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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Green Day

Clearly…CLEARLY, Ten thinks my look of utter, stunned amazement is dead sexy. He keeps taking me places that thoroughly knock me out. Of course, it helps that, at least while we’re gazing on such brilliant beauty, I’m pretty much speechless. Yup, that doesn’t happen too often.

Yesterday, just outside Portland AND right on the damn highway (!!!) we hit Multnomah Falls. and the U.S.Forest Service site both tell me that:
According to Native American lore, Multnomah Falls was created to win the heart of a young princess who wanted a hidden place to bathe.
“According to Native American lore.” What? ALL Native American’s lore? Y’all DO know that there ARE different nations and tribes, fer fuck's sake.

The Wasco legend of the Falls is different, more detailed and tragic. I’m gonna go with their story versus the generic Native American lore.

Back to the Falls though – it was cool and raining when we pulled in, giving the green, green moss covered, stunningly, beanstalk tall tree scene a stone primordial vibe. We walked up to Benson Bridge, recently reopened after the Eagle Creek Fire, started by a kid carelessly, stupidly setting off firecrackers.

We’ve passed through so many areas devastated by fires. That we nasty-ass humans have, as a species, so far survived the wounds, the heinous damage we’ve wrought on this poor planet just blows my fucking mind.

And sometimes the Earth sez FUCK YOU big and bold. After the Falls we drove up to the Mount St. Helens.


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