Sometimes I don’t recognize America. Sometimes I feel lost, as though I put my foot on the doorstep and got wooshed off on an adventure that took me too far from home…
At my age, my children are beginning to worry about me living “way out” on a ranch.
…silver ghosts of the old burned trees standing like soldiers of the remembered forest
Mount Mazama is where Crater Lake is. The native Shasti legend is that Shasta, the fire god warred with Mazama, threw rocks at him and Crater Lake was the result.