Astrid’s hearing is variably hypersensitive. Bjorn insists it is so pathologically acute that a lady bug sneezing on the lawn would wake her. But it wasn’t a lady bug sneeze that woke her in the night at the AirBnB, it was a crying newborn baby. She wasn’t annoyed at the disruption, but thankful. It wasContinue reading “WA: Fast Mountains, Furry Trees, and A Wooded Beach”
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WA: A Most Cozy Place, and Mist into Rain
Astrid and her family started to understand their mistake, when, on their way out of Mt. Rainier National Park for lunch, they passed car after car after car waiting in the line–at least a mile long–to get into the park. So they weren’t surprised after lunch, as they made their way back, to find theContinue reading “WA: A Most Cozy Place, and Mist into Rain”
WA: Astrid Meets a Mountain
“It would not have been wrong if a dragon or some mythical creature swooped out of the hazy silver curtains.”
WA: Into the Ever Green
“That was the longest 4 hours of my life, recently,” Astrid remarked on getting off the plane in Seattle, Washington. It was not a good airplane flying day, she was slightly nauseous the whole time–probably because of her bifocals. It was the price she paid for wanting to see far away and read without changingContinue reading “WA: Into the Ever Green”
Writing From the Side of a Mountain
Prelude to WA: Climbing Mountains “You may be a little cold some nights on mountain tops above the timber line, but you will see the stars and by and by you can sleep enough in your town bed, or at least in your grave. – John Muir, “Yellowstone, North Dakota” an essay in Wilderness EssaysContinue reading “Writing From the Side of a Mountain”
CO: Flatlanders, and Elk Like Bunnies
Astrid and Bjorn struggled to get to where they were going. The flight out of Michigan had been canceled after they had boarded and sat in the plane for an hour. Then they waited in the airport in line for an hour, then because that was a false line, they waited in another line, thenContinue reading “CO: Flatlanders, and Elk Like Bunnies”
OR: The Chipmunk’s Trap, and Three Sisters
“Is that a Blockbuster?” Astrid asked in disbelief. “A real Blockbuster?” They had exited highway 97 North to refuel the car and pick up lunch to go. “Oh, yeah … right. It’s the last Blockbuster store in the U.S. I forgot it’s in Oregon,” Bjorn said, craning his neck to get a good look atContinue reading “OR: The Chipmunk’s Trap, and Three Sisters”
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