The Grey Harbor The salt in the air did not smell of freedom; it smelled…
The dawn of June 7, 1945, did not arrive with a clean burst of morning…
The Ruins of Wallenfels The fog did not rise from the Bavarian valleys that morning;…
The Boy by the Creek The water of Bull Lake Creek ran cold and clear,…
The 49th Chromosome The snow in the Cascade Mountains does not merely fall; it hunts.…
The Shadows of the Absaroka The pine needles beneath Frank Deloqua’s heavy boots didn’t crunch;…
The pine needles beneath Margaret Callaway’s boots did not rustle; they were damp with the…
The Granite Shelf The bootprints stopped precisely where the modern world ended and the ancient…
The Cold Trail The old growth of the North Cascades does not merely grow; it…
The fog that morning didn’t just drift through the Cascade Mountains; it seemed to swallow…