There’s nothing like a great true story. Sooner or later we all have one that may sound unbelievable, but it’s true.
Tracing old steps
in the Northwest recently sure brought one to mind from my life. It starts with a little cabin on the Sandy River at the base of Mount Hood, Oregon.… Read more
I am sitting in a sweet mountain cabin at the base of Mount Hood, Oregon. It is near a cabin, a home really, that I lived in ten years ago. It is on a forested three acres, split by a river.… Read more