desert dog and i went for a long hike in the woods, to the Devil's Punchbowl near the border of Oregon....the hike was hard, but seeing the ravaged and naked pine trees along the trail, with piles of bark littered with bore holes at the base, the effects of the pine beetle--that was more difficult.
the agreeable weather made me home sick...not for any specific place, but for every night spent sitting outdoors with a cool drink listening to the sounds....maybe i am warming up to the pioneer California...death valley?...the rustic dreams of early settlers...tough women trying to make their way in the WEST...
...since those days are long gone (and i doubt i would survive...although desert dog would), i am thinking of picking up this classic book by Helen Hunt Jackson instead or the movie in Technicolor!
