17 August 2010. Chilly morning, almost fall...
The Sierras. A forest in the mountains--white pine, incense cedar, kellog oak--names of trees and birds--osprey, eagle, stellar's jay. (A healthy type, his prominent hop.) Gray squirrel, with narrow back and pointy ears, imagined in November. Or rumbling brown bear, touch of white on his nose.
Small cabin, from the 1930s. The Fir. Log walls, filled in with grout, plywood overlay in spots, appropriate wires. A lamp shade made from a pine star--five narrow branches, rough pentagram spanned with bark. Bed posts of tree logs, boards, handmade quilt--somehow intact. Full-throated salmon leap across cotton curtains, destination unknown. Maybe to the top of the pass--Lakes Basin, Sardine, Packer, Gold...
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