One time I built a small cabin on the cold slope of a mountain. Snow and silence were Winter companions. On occasion the echo of a small plane passing would lift my heart above the trees into an expansive view of imagination. So when Tripp recently transported us to this scene a few minutes’ flight delight from SB, my heart was back in that long ago Northern forest.
7591 Near & Far
This stand of trees huddled among ancient stones draped in dwindling snow are so near our home. Yet to reach them without Tripp would take arduous days putting them far beyond the reach of nearly all our neighbors.
7610 Big Pine
In much of the country Pine Mountain would be big but few on the ground around here ever see it behind our smaller and nearer mountains, themselves tall by U.S. standards. An easy Tripp trip beyond towers massive Mt. Whitney, itself blending with kindred peaks and obscured by smaller cousins at its feet. But on this day after about the time and expense some of our neighbors invested in a lunch downtown, we took this last look and turned back toward our home by the sea, to dream of time and space.
7562 Down to the Sea
John & Anne Wiley 
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