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“Earlier that morning I’d snuggled up with Greta our goat and rubbed my body against her back and flanks. Except for trying to eat my rain hat, she didn’t seem to notice. The…

‘With its double oven, six burners and warmer, it was undoubtedly the biggest and most beautiful wood cookstove in the entire universe….” That stove, “ I asked, “Where did you get it?  How’d…

“In the outhouse, a tin bucket filled with lime and ash hung on a peg. To break down waste, the ash was to be poured, post-dump, into the five-foot hole below. Dropping my jeans…

Main Cabin at Flores Creek, “Looking past a ragged meadow, the rundown main cabin came into view. It was the first time most had seen it, and the first time I’d understood it…

“The plants in Talisa’s dazzling marijuana forest stood eight feet high, their buds dripping with dusty crystals of THC. This was the Garden of Eden of my dreams. “

“Waves smashed against the jagged shore while thirty foot plumes spewed from between enormous rocks.  When angry or even just annoyed, the northern Pacific was a watery thrill.”

Near to the Oregon Coast, the mist weighs heavy over the forest.

When you find the beauty the Oregon forest owns, mushrooms become visible.   “In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” ~Aristotle