Highway 20 is a time machine. An east-west corridor a few roads north of the bustling Interstate 90, along which we now live, Highway 20 is less traveled than the freeway, which goes eventually to Boston, and also than Highway 2, which goes to the faux-German village of Leavenworth and various other agricultural destinations. Highway 20…
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Winter Warmth
And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold…
Austria and Analogies
Question: “Is there an analogy for that?” Answer: YES. (Always.) Greetings from Schladming! I’m writing from a picnic table outside of Tauernhof Bible School, in a valley among the Austrian Alps. Though this is a ski town, I know it better at times like these. Schladming in summer is sweetly dusty hayfields, cheery international greetings…
History in Skagit Valley
The still grey valleys–Snohomish and Skagit–grow smaller as we keep driving. It’s Sunday morning, early, and Holly and I are on a quest. We’re searching for history. History in general: as we drive east along Highway 20, towards the closed Washington Pass, towns built a century ago still bear the faces of their youth. History…
The Way Home 