White Birds, Blue Sky September 12, 2017 Poetry Laying alone, naked in hot springs, staring lazily at the sky, a flock of silver white birds flies by. Tracing a shifting V through
The day this blog started June 9, 2016 Updates I am sitting here in Tamarack Flat, site #3, which all the rangers keep reminding me is the best. Coastline excluded, up here in
