Photos by Michael Broschat
This trip was prompted by the marriage of a Seattle friend but of course would include visits to other folks on the west coast of the US, my former home.
I was looking out over a vast unending sea of clouds, when I saw something sticking up through.
Out on the road, we tell all the turkeys
Yes it’s always raining and the sun never shines
But all the natives know when the mountain lifts her skirts
The view from home will flat-out melt your mind
[Bryan Bowers, “The View from Home”]