More from the day before yesterday, as seen before the rainstorm arrived at Suquash, in northwestern Cascadia. The ravens were still hooting melodiously in the trees: I really do wish that I had taken my little Red Pine voice-recorder along, as the raven-song was particularly delightful. Here is a view [ 1044a/09 ] down from the ruins of the mine manager's bungalow, atop the cliff at Suquash. We are looking northward, down to the wave-cut rock strandflat. The cliff here is maybe 20 metres high... read more
