HOPE & A PRAYER

We were up bright and early this morning - Holland's ex-BIL was coming over to collect the construction stuff Holland was passing over to him; Holland won't be using the things anymore, and Sonny can; so it is all being rehomed.

I had not met Sonny yet, and I wanted to make a good impression … so, I dolled up. Not in an over-blown way, but more than I normally do on Shabbat weekends.

When Shay called to ask if a 1'noon house showing would be okay today, I was glad I decided to doll up :-)

Today's Slay Kit …

Sparkly 'Cream' for browline; 'Lt. Gray' for eyelid; 'Gray' for liner; 'Charcoal' for liner & Glittery 'Illusion' accent. 'Auburn' Brow Gel; 'Glam Black' Mascara; & 'Neutre Enflamme' Cream Blush.

'Pink Quartz' Lipgloss … and I'm ready to meet and greet.

It looks like I've gained a pound or two: Holland likes to deep-fry foods - ALL foods; apparently he likes me a little on the {fluffy} side.

I was on my way to the kitchen for another cup of morning joy juice, when I got another text from Shay.

My thoughts were happy ones; and I noticed a white pickup was in the spot Holland's red 4x is usually parked. Sonny and his boys had arrived.

I also noticed that Shay had come by, at some point, while I was dinking around with my makeup, and placed her name and Realtor number on the post set in place last evening:

2nd showing scheduled.

Holland's ex-BIL showed up with sons to collect, with Holland's blessing.

Holland's life driving away … a new life direction is being forged.

Second truck being loaded. Holland's 4x bed box also being packed up and hauled away.

Shay put her Name Sign up.

After the shed was cleared and Sonny and his boys drove away, I swept the floors again before Holland and I vacated the house. We drove over to Kelso to eat lunch at the mexican restaurant Holland enjoys. I tried something new after the main course - Holland suggested deep-fried ice cream. I am going to miss this little cozy nook when the house sells, and we hit the road.

Holland was telling me all about the different places he has lived in the south states, and I mentioned that I like the cowboy life - and he said he had been a cowboy for a while on his uncle's ranch. We talked about rodeo's, cowboy boots (he said he knows 'just the place' where I can have custom boots made to fit 'on the spot'), and old west ghost towns to visit.

This man I married is made to order; in every way, Holland is a perfect fit for me and the life I want to live :-)

Fried Ice Cream - DELISH! Cinnamon crusted before deep-frying.

I'm gonna miss this little restaurant in Kelso; Holland introduced me to it a week or so ago, and I LOVE it. Bob and I never ate here - that's a plus for Holland and I.

After we ate, Holland took me to a riverside county park he likes to visit once in a while. The trees - and river - were full of eagles everywhere you looked!

I have never seen so many eagles congregating in one place.

We watched them for quite a bit, and as we were leaving Shay sent another text :-)

Eagles; Gerhart Gardens Park, Longview-WA

SO Many!

Immature Eagles - no white feathers; & a mature eagle - white head & tail feathers. They were e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

A 5 PM Scheduling. ((((YAY)))), the house is drawing interest.

With time to kill while strangers walked in and out of our home, we decided to drive to Willow Grove, seat dancing to the music on the radio. I like that we pretty much like the same type of music ;-)

We talked about the exciting adventures we plan to enjoy in the near future.

We discussed the new life we are building together.

We watched ships passing, sea lions frolicking in the water, seagulls swooping and diving, and die-hard fishermen setting line and flinging poles.

We hoped and prayed one of the lookyloo's would be a serious buyer.

'Amoy Sunny' Ship, passing by anchored 'Pacific Honor'; Willow Grove Park. 'Amoy Sunny' is a Bulk Carrier built in 2006 (17 years old) and currently sailing under the flag of Hong Kong. 'Pacific Honor' is a Bulk Carrier built in 2011 (12 years old) and currently sailing under the flag of Marshall Islands.

'Brenton Reef' is a Chemical/Oil Products Tanker built in 1999 (24 years old) and currently sailing under the flag of United States (USA).

Significant waves kicked up - lapped near the 4x's front tires.

Hope & a prayer …

AIYAAA!

I’m running through a crash course on correct pronunciation (pruh-nown-see-AY-shun ) of ancient names

I normally skip right over them ... and continue on with the Historical {meat} of the study; but starting next week, I will not be allowed to bypass them - or flippantly say, "Yeah - that person" - before moving forward with said Lesson.

Thankfully, I actually LIKE English Studies and Language Studies, so this crash course isn't a true hardship

I'm just naturally lazy, and will opt for the easy way out if (and whenever) possible

I'm going to be going to the Monday & Tuesday shindigs with chicken-scratch-cheat-sheets in hand (pronunciations jotted down with easy-to-speak references; and clearly defined accent marks where stress points need to be added, during the verbal pronunciations); and that is acceptable

This is gonna be FUN ... but man, oh, man! Aiyaaa!

A BLESSED DAY

What a day! The blessings just came … following one after the other: it was like I’d won the lottery 😉

I was dressed and outside bright and early, getting the car washed; as soon as it was considerate to be outside making noise – I was 😊

Car washing day ...

Then, having finally saved enough $$$$ to reorder the same glasses I smashed to pieces, six weeks ago; I drove into town to get that order placed, and got a real nice surprise: the girl said that since they were practically brand new (I got them in May) when I broke them, she would “just warranty them out, and it won’t cost you a thing to have them replaced.”

((((THANK YOU, FATHER!))))

So, I put half of what I’d diligently saved, into savings … and kept the other half for gas money – and grocery/miscellaneous money.

Ordered my new glasses – again (the exact same style) – and then I was off to Warrenton-OR, to go shopping!

My glasses will be replaced for FREE!

Blessings are good.

I drove to Warrenton, Oregon. No particular reason other than I haven’t been there since last summer, and this summer is practically gone: so, I went because it’s a nice drive, and the Mall Complex there is fun to kick around in 😊

While I was store hopping, I bought some bottles and teething rings to tuck into the boxes I'm preparing for the Caring Pregnancy Center; and I saw that there were several pairs of colorful jeggings in just the colors I have been hoping to find. So, I bought them – half of them were on sale. When I bought my first few pairs of jeggings, I wasn’t very happy that that was all the stores were stocking during the covid lockdown hysteria … but after wearing them for a year-and-a-half, I find that I like them better than regular, straight-leg-jeans. They’re comfy; and I don’t look frumpy in them. Some people may wonder why I wear them with the curvaceous shape I have, but I dress for me: if their eyes are offended, they can look elsewhere.

I’ve got curves front and back, and the loose clothes I wore in the past made me look shorter and fatter than I actually am. MPO is that body-hugging/stretch jeggings seem to have a slimming effect on curvy women; especially petite ones, like myself. Regular leg, regular cut straight-leg pants are not my friends.

I also snagged a handful of mascaras I’ve been looking high and low for, for years 😉 Again, people may wonder ‘why?’ … but I don’t care. I dress for me, and I like the colors.

After my laps around the Warrenton Mall Complex, I decided to try a new Thai food restaurant. I heard about it last year, but never found the time to make time to visit it – this afternoon, I made time 😉

What a treat! The pineapple rice is delicious … and it tastes like it’s been charred. SO GOOD! I ate two fried spring rolls, and half the pineapple rice before the ‘crying tiger’ dish arrived; so, I asked that to be boxed up – and I’ll have it for Supper tomorrow.

Learning my way around ...

Something NEW 😊 Nisa’s Thai Kitchen, in Warrenton-OR. A definite repeat!

Thai Fried Spring Rolls, Thai Tea, and Pineapple Fried Rice - SO GOOD!

'Crying Tiger' dish; marinaded steak with Special House Sauce - tomorrow's Supper.

I also stopped at a thrift store on my way home to grab some costume jewelry. I can’t have metal on my skin. Elohim was gracious and merciful when it came to wearing my wedding ring; but wearing glasses can get tricky when the metal arm hinges touch my skin – there have been times when removing my glasses also removed a patch of skin along the sides of my face: the metal acts like acid on my skin, and literally peels skin away when the metal is lifted off my face, neck, wrist, or earlobes (I eventually just let my ear piercings grow back solid); I had spendy solid gold ear studs on my earrings, but my ears still swelled up, oozed, and peeled … if I risked wearing them on the few occasions we went out after becoming parents (I wasn’t keen on babysitters for our daughter), Bob would end up carrying them home in his shirt pocket. My body just can’t tolerate metals on, or in, it ☹

I found some nice-looking bracelets, and a necklace with a sliding leather neck band.

I can’t wait to start wearing everything I purchased! I’m on the downside of 60, and 70 is coming up fast – I am going to be outrageously colorful as long as I carry it off.

I like color in my life. Lots of it.

ALL the colors I have prayed to find! Thank You, Lord!

No metal, & very colorful ...

This chunky necklace has a slip-cord to loosen, or tighten, the necklace.

My day today – from start to finish – was truly blessed.

BOB'S MOUNTAIN ~Shabbat Mt. St. Helens Outing

Saturday, I woke up to a dry street, so I thought I’d go for a short hike along the Pacific Way Trail during the lull in rain showers; my first choice for shoes was soft-soled tennis shoes. Before I walked out the door, I exchanged those for my heavier hiking shoes in case I decided to push the envelope and walk the entire 4-mile hike instead of the shorter walk.

Going hiking ...

With backpack purse instead of my fanny pack.

I had no idea just how far I would end up going 😉

I need to distance myself from the sad side of life, for a while.

There's an encouraging bright spot in those heavy, gray clouds.

Death is oppressive - I want to leave it behind for a few hours.

Before leaving town, I called my BIL Kerry, and asked how the weather was topside (aka weather report) – and of course, I asked how Bobby (his red Lab, named after Bob) was doing. Kerry lives on the mountain, and I trust his weather reports 😊

I had to distance myself from the constant non-stop turmoil of live unfolding: my personal life is doing well, but my friends are dealing with some pretty heavy stuff lately … and I’m sick of hearing the radio talking heads churning out {news} designed to confuse and depress the masses.

So, Saturday, I took some time for myself; away from all of it to soothe my spirit and relax my body. I muted the phone and flicked radio off.

Nothing was going to stop me from finding peaceful moments in my day.

Not even that scary Hoffstadt Bridge.

As soon as you leave Toutle, and enter the mountainous area, you can physically feel/smell a different atmosphere – cooler, clearer fresher air; the environment is invigorating to the senses. Your whole being comes alive as your senses pick up on the crispness of the air and the clean smell of the fresh water.

It just really lifts your spirit up.

It’s taken me a loooong time to feel this calmness in this particular place, after the 1980 eruption. It was a dead zone for a couple years – as lifeless and barren as a lunar landscape. Even when animals and plants started showing up to add life to the gray landscape, I never felt comfortable there.

Bob always felt comfortable in this particular region. Bob had history in this corner of the world. I visited it again, for the first time Solo Lobo, in the Fall of 2019 – nine months into widowhood: I did it as a dare to myself. I did it because I knew there was some lingering essence of Bob remaining in that region. I did it because I wanted to know what the {draw} had been for my husband. I know what drew him back time and time again before the eruption … and I spent a lot of time with Bob, on the mountain, while we dated and after our daughter was born (between Spring of 1984 and Summer of 1980). But after May 1980 forever changed the region, I never understood the fascination. I’ve never had a long-lasting love affair with Mt. St. Helens as I have with Mt. Rainer.

Mt. St. Helens was Bob’s mountain. It was under his skin.

I visit the region at least once a year now. And I’m learning to be comfortable there. I can honestly state that visiting that region has been a healing comfort to my spirit following my husband’s physical death: there are memories of Bob, there. Going back is also a growing and strengthening experience as it stretches me to go beyond what I experienced last time I visited.

I still hate driving over the Hoffstadt Bridge … but I am doing it; that is a major accomplishment. I have done things in that region, that I never did with Bob – there is a bittersweet achievement in those capabilities.

And it’s closer to home. With soaring gas prices that don’t appear to be slowing down any time soon, staying local is a plus when the need to escape prods me into action.

Kerry's weather report was encouraging.

biden cartel ditches covid testing for people entering America:

https://www.politico.com/news/2022/06/10/u-s-ditches-negative-covid-test-for-international-visitors-00038800

Hoffstadt Bridge; the longest minute of my life.

Hoffstadt Bridge:

(http://www.highestbridges.com/wiki/index.php?title=Hoffstadt_Creek_Bridge)

Mt. St. Helen’s Visitor Center:(https://www.parks.wa.gov/245/Mount-St-Helens)

WA State's 'Banana Slug'.

Banana Slug:

(https://www.richleighton.com/pacific-banana-slug/)

Big Foot is WA State's 'legendary icon'.

Sorry ... but chocolate dipped peanuts passing for exotic poop is not on MY menu.

Big Foot items takes up a huge portion of any Gift Shop in WA.

An Abominable Snowman Big Foot plushie.

I am not immune to the Bigfoot fever, either. LOL

Full-size realistic metal Elk Sculpture outside Gift Shop.

Leaving the Visitor’s Center past Hofstatt Bridge, and crossing over Bear Creek, you’re in bear country – actually, all of this area is bear country; but the bridge over the creek literally advertises bear country.

When I see remnants of old logging sites (and the Red Zone area) that are slowly being reclaimed by wilderness & forest, again, I think of Bob logging both areas. So, some essence of Bob still lingers here. And I’m pretty sure he’s still keeping this area in his visitation itinerary during his cloud ride flyby’s 😉 There’s no doubt about that: Bob loved this mountain. I’ll always consider this mountain as “Bob’s Mountain”.

Mt. St. Helen’s Memorial Highway:(https://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/giffordpinchot/recarea/?recid=66100)

Bear Creek means what it says ... BEAR COUNTRY.

Driving along, I saw a lake off to the side of Mt. St. Helens flank – and a National Park Placard advertising ‘Castle Lake’ … so I turned into the viewpoint parking lot.

Saturday was not a good day to view the mountain, but any day can be a crap shoot when visiting mountains: mountains make their own weather, and it can change several times in one day depending on the mountain’s whims. Saturday, the lady in question was moody.

This would be a new experience. I’d never been to this spot with Bob. But I knew the name of the lake because Bob talked about it: the logging company Bob had been working for since graduating High School had gotten one of the first salvage logging contracts after the 1980 eruption. Bob was stoked, and he would tell me about the “new lakes” that had been created by the massive eruption that seriously changed the landscape around the mountain-volcano. Castle Lake was one of those new creations. There were others, too, and Bob said that they all were different colors due to the mineral sediments caused by the blast.

I was curious.

Of course, I couldn’t see it up close and personal like Bob did – but I could see where it lay. And I could remember Bob telling me about it.

Mt. St. Helens in the clouds - and Castle Lake off to the side.

Castle Lake:

(https://www.usgs.gov/media/images/castle-lake-formed-a-result-mount-st-helens-may-18-198)

Castle Lake Viewpoint; my 1st visit to this spot.

Mt. St. Helens – just before Loowit Viewpoint; 1 mile before the Johnson Ridge Observatory/Visitor Center.

An old logging site; possibly one Bob logged in the 1970's.

1969-1971 timeframe. Bob driving log truck off road, while logging Mt. St. Helen's area: safety checking the log wraps.

Bob Sr. & Bonnie, Bob Jr., Merry, & Kerry: a logging family - they lived in Toutle, near Silver Lake, at this time.

Reining my thoughts in, and getting back on track of why I made the drive; I continued down the road and around the bend, to the Hummocks Trail Parking Lot.

The trail is a short one – a loop trail about 2½ miles total; and about an hour to complete – but I always arrive too late in the day to do the total loop hike. I didn’t leave the house Saturday morning until 11:34 … and I always dink around enroute, so my actual destination activities are always curtailed to specific moments. Saturday’s trail moment was {get there-walk to the Boundary Trail Marker-gawk for a few minutes-backtrack to the car}; pretty cut and dried as far as activity goes.

That said, it’s still a nice short hike 😊

I’d be outside in nature, soaking up the scenery and listening to vociferous creatures that inhabit the area. That alone, in MHO, is worth the loooong drive 😉

The hummocks are gigantic refuse debris dumps, scattered over the landscape around Mt. St. Helens, following her awe-inspiring 1980 temper tantrum. I don’t “get” the scientific goose-bumps some get from them … but I do enjoy the hike; I walked it for the first time in April of last year, so I’m familiar with the trail layout now – I was still mindful of where my feet put down, but I was able to walk a little brisker this year – being careful on the steep loose gravel section of the trail (65-year-old bodies don’t bounce/heal like youthful 20-30 year-old bodies 😉).

The air of the Hummocks Trail was very pungent with rain-scent, wet dirt, blooming flowers, & new-growth greenery – but my lungs never seized up.

I took my time enjoying the environment, and spent soaking up the natural vibes and taking into my spirit the peacefulness of the moment: I spent an hour on this short section of the trail, doing nothing more than just looking around.

Hummocks Parking Lot is full of cars.Hummocks Trail:

(https://www.wta.org/go-hiking/hikes/hummocks)

Hummocks Trail from Heron Pointe; 1 hr 13 min (60.7 mi) via WA-504 E

Hummocks Trailhead Marker; & lung & bare skin concerns ...

Mt. St. Helens is an active volcano - the most active volcano in America.

Mt. St. Helens Plaque.

Pretty little purple flowers - a cross between a foxglove & a lily.

Eruption Sequence Plaque.

No courting ducks in evidence this afternoon ...

You have to be alert to trail hazards.

Trails can be a bit dicey.

A swampy patch ...

A towering hummock.

I had to duck under these branches as I walked this stretch of trail; lifting a branch to make room for my head.

A sharp Sword Fern & vibrant Indian Paintbrush flowers.

Another slippery mud patch.

The upturned roots of thee fallen trees towered over me as I walked past; very tall. A storm blew both trees over due to their intertwined roots.

These 2 large rocks make a natural step.

Wild alpine strawberries.

Hummocks Ecosystem Plaque.

You need to keep your eyes open on trails; sharp-edged tripping hazard.

Hummocks & birdsong.

Even non-challenging-trails can be filled with tripping hazards.

I like this part of the trail.

I can't explain WHY I like this particular point in the trail … I just do - it has a certain vibe 😉

Unmistakable sign of coyote activity here.

A lot of sidestepping went on here; I felt like I was doing an Irish jig. LOL

Hummocks Trail Boundary Trail marker.

Cloud shrouded mountain.

Not as appealing without the snow-frosted environment; but the surprise late-season-snowfall in the lowlands, & continual rainfall at home, kept me from getting here earlier in the year.

Half a mile in ... half a mile backtrack.

Cool & muggy, but a perfect day for hiking – the air was relatively dry, even with the high humidity: I didn’t feel the ‘stickiness’ until I stopped moving for a few minutes.

Tiny lupines, and wild alpine strawberries.

View from a different angle ... standing on a small 'rise'.

It's been a good ending to this Shabbat.

I’m counting my blessings with every step; I’m inhaler-free since Mother's Day, this year.

I always have it on hand, but have not had to use it in 6 weeks.

A hummock; created May 18th, 1980.

Rock-strewn trail; I have small feet, but not small hooves.

What went down before, must go back up now ...

Back in the Highlander, and aiming it up the winding road towards Johnson’s Ridge Observatory, I was treated to three different weather patterns.

Johnson’s Ridge is 6½ miles from the Hummock’s Trail; and between both places, you pass into another County (Skamania). 3,000 feet in elevation; pretty little waterfalls along the roadway … but nowhere to pull over and take a picture. They aren’t big waterfalls, but they are cute – and add sparkle to the landscape.

Skamania County Boundary Lines.

Not sure of that is a waterfall, or not - but it sure caught my eye.

RAIN. Mountain weather is fickle weather.

Snow at Loowit Viewpoint; elevation 4,000 – not a lot of snow, but it was evident 😊

Snow all the way to the Johnson Ridge Parking Lot.

Chuckwagons lined up like a Fair or a Bazaar; Johnson Ridge Parking Lot.

The Johnson Ridge Loop Trail is totally paved.

Johnson Ridge Observatory.Johnson Ridge Observatory:

(https://www.fs.usda.gov/visit/destination/johnston-ridge-observatory)

A brief rainy period ...

Eruption Trail Plaque.

Mt. St. Helens; Pre-1980 eruption.

Observatory, lava-mudflow lahar floodplain, & displaced Spirit Lake. Spirit Lake was completely displaced by the debris avalanche before rushing back to a lakebed raised 200 feet. Its once pristine waters were transformed into a toxic, bubbling, bacterial concoction.

What Spirit Lake & Mt. St. Helens looked like before the 1980 eruption; before the 1980 eruption, Spirit Lake was a crystal-clear glacial lake, surrounded by old-growth forests. The violent eruption filled the lake and removed the forest. The landslide displaced the water from the lake and lifted the lake bed 200 feet in the air – and transported it into a different location far from its original location.

Drizzle does not bother Washingtonians ... they just sit it out.

Eruption-Blasted Trees Info Plaque; the only thing different now, is that grass and flowers are coverng in the bare earth ...

Circle of Cascade Peaks.

 

A mountain resident is making use of walking trail erosion. I was hoping that was not a snake hole ...

Landscape Changes Plaque.

Government workers are not dependable workers; this is not safe: it hangs right over the parking lot, below.

Heavy rain-cloud cover ... and a cool peaks lineup.

While walking that loop, I decided to make a side trip. It didn’t look too taxing, physically; so, I didn’t worry about not having my walking stick with me.

2 miles (4 miles backtrack) to Devil’s Point – isn't that long.

SOMETHING NEW!

Hmmm. I always wondered where Mt. Margaret was … now I know.

A guy gave me his Map; the Trail will go all the way to Windy Ridge, Randle side.

I'll only go to Devil's Point this afternoon, because it's late in the day.

It's a pretty easy trail, so far.

The Looking down on the road I drove to Johnson Ridge on.

I can see snow patches.

St. Helens lava-mudflow lahar floodplain, seen from a different angle: The eruption caused snow, ice, and even glaciers to melt, creating volcanic mudslides that reached the Columbia River: 47.71 miles away.

Suddenly the snow patches aren't so far away ...

Pollen-laden Alder catkins ... my lungs did not sieze, and I did not get wheezy.

For decades I wouldn't come up here because it was SO barren of life.

The sunlight was so pretty in the rainy gloom.

Red pumice rock. Pumice is felsic volcanic glass – a rock foam with so much air in its structure that it floats in water. Pumice rock will often drift in river, coming to rest on beaches faaaaar from where it originated.

This trail is a definite repeat, but I’ll need to leave the house at least by 7 AM to make the full loop hike.

I'm not going to allow doctors to pigeon-hole-handicap me.

I know my body, and I know my limitations; I'm wise with activities.

Eruption-blasted-trees on backside of the Observatory bluff.

A 'Gracie' snafu about a half hour away from the Highlander.

Nothing major ... and it was not my driving foot: thank God!

Next time, I will carry my walking stick with me. Things can change in a nano-second on a trail; even if the trail is not a challenging trail. My snafu happened because of a loose pebble.

1 loose pebble led to a turned ankle – which immediately inflamed that temperamental piriformis muscle. Getting back to the car was not as scary as it sounds … the drive home, with the piriformis tweak, would be the true test. That was what concerned me: there is no shotgun driver to takeover driving, in my current life.

I don’t think my walking stick would have stopped the turning of the ankle snafu; but it would have eased some of the piriformis strain while pampering my ankle.

And I did have a few sightings of snow that that made my eyes happy, and aided in mental distraction as I hobbled along 😉

Snow patches back to the parking lot.

I will always think of this mountain as 'Bob's Mountain'.

Coldwater Restrooms - Park side - CLOSED: these restrooms look so sci-fi, it borders on silly.

Coldwater Lake:(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coldwater_Lake_(Washington))

My ankle was in a little pain, but it wasn’t crippling … and I figured that if I could walk from where I turned it on the trail to where the car was parked (about half an hour careful walking), that was a good sign that I hadn’t seriously injured it. I’d just hole up at home when I got back home, gently use that foot over the next 24 hours; and slap a pain-relieving patch on the inflamed piriformis muscle until it settled down.

By the time I headed home, I had spent 6 hours on the mountain, and experienced two new things – and I had done a lot more walking than anticipated when I woke up with walking in my thoughts 😊

Hopefully by Monday or Tuesday, the ankle burn and muscle seize will back off; and I’d be back in business on my feet 😉

I loosened the shoelace ties at Coldwater Lake, just in case my ankle decided to swell a bit; I'm going to be pampering my ankle over the next few days.

Alpenglow sunset tonight.

**Mt. St. Helens Daytrips over the past 3 years/Links:

Sunday~Funday2 – Solo Daytrip up Toutle to Mt. St. Helens Gift Shop/9-1-19: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/09/sunday-funday-2.html

Mt. St. Helens Daytrip w-Trudy & Ed/8-4-20: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/08/daytrip-w-trudy-ed-mt-st-helens.html

A Walk In The Clouds Post/4-16-21 (I was wearing a yellow top then, too 😉): https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/04/a-walk-in-clouds.html

Loowit Viewpoint Post/9-8-21: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/loowit-viewpoint.html **