Dale Walker
Stories (3/0)
Fresh Donuts Daily
Everything on the mountain was wet that morning except for me and my gear. I was set up between two close growing juniper trees, in a tent and under two tarps. I had a fire pit at the edge of the outer tarp where I'd been able to sit warm and dry by the fire during the rain the night before. I woke to live coals and blew my fire to life. The coals in the sky were lit too, and I let the sun dry the outer side of my tarps while I dunked ginger cookies in hot coffee.
By Dale Walker5 years ago in Wander
Flowery Trail Road
I crossed Chewelah Mountain on Flowery Trail Road. There were flowers at the beginning, many of them, and lush pastures too. After that it was simply a steep climb through a dark and heavily managed forest. Mismanaged would perhaps be a better term. The mountains were brutally cut and with the even aged management style. Scarred from clear cuts in other words.
By Dale Walker5 years ago in Wander