One has to look at this and recognize many lives passed here in this remote , small, wooden dwelling,no windows and chinked between the log siding to keep out cold and heat. A fortress and respite in the heart of the country.
The Tiny Town
It’s a tiny town, you can hang around with me It’s a tiny town, and ev’rybody knows what you been doin’ So don’t you mess around, ’cause it’s a tiny town, Teeny weeny town, tiny town, tiny town And ev’ry little town, if you look around Is a tiny town, tiny town, tiny town…
David Byrne
Lunch at Loon
A pair of adult loons and their young ones habitated the small lake near my campsite over the 4th. In the evening and morning they have an eerie mournful wail that travels across the water like the song of ghosts.
#19
On my camping trip over the fourth of July I was surprised to find a herd of cows on the climb up to our campground near the small town of Republic in eastern Washington state.The number 19 refers to the ear tag.
Climbing to nearly 4000 feet and negotiating a winding heavily wooded road the bovines were an unexpected and entertaining surprise.
