Snapshots and video by winch
video and snapshots by winch
Usually I hate trails but I like the geometry of this one cuz I can hike up and on the way back cut through the wood and wade through the Zig Zag River and skateboard back to my car to complete the triangle.
Peace, gloves and happiness
Fall to spring
tough old bugger, died years ago but refuses to fall, makes a tombstone of itself, metropolis for a million insects, a thousand snacks for the busy woodpecker.
The lodge pole pines fall in one spot, likely the presence of heavy concentration of mt hood ash in the soil, leaves a clearing for a young maple to grow out from under the slowly rotting corpse of an old growth cedar, the buds of the young maple showing lime green as the fallen leaves of last autumn have turned to pulp, one sheet of paper covering the forest floor, the gray color and the pulp fusion perhaps partially the result of the ash in the soil.
It’s just clouds rolling off the top of the mountain, but just stopping and watching, I feel a load of worries rolling off my shoulders.
Greaze for days.