Here is a picture from a hike a few weeks back. It was a pretty easy hike - up an old logging road that has since become a thoroughfare for hikers getting closer to the beauty. But the mountain still a long ways off, since this picture was taken with the telephoto. Living in the city (albeit a small city), one forgets about the beauty, smell and energy given off by the majestic conifers.
It was when we came upon Wells Creek Falls that I understood the appropriately named Cascades. (Actually the revelation occurred a few weeks earlier, but my embellishment sounded more romantic.)
I am glad to be able to write here and remove myself temporarily from the rigors of starting multiple companies at one time. But it is better to be busy than not. I am a grateful individual: moist, lush, vivacious Bellingham in the springtime.
But back to the salt mines at the coffee shop on Railroad. Arrgh.