January 2018 – commute
I feel so much safer in these mountains. Full of nooks and crannies and excellent hiding places. Flat open spaces have always made me feel uncomfortable, in a hind brain sort of way.
Once upon a time, this was all old growth forest. It has been logged, most likely multiple times. Still, the trees persist and do their best, despite the relentless tendency of humans to murder trees on an insane rate around the globe.