Part of a Postmodern Age blended family goes for a hike & scramble up a small mountain near Seattle as they wonder about the future amid echoes of the past, Sunday the 6th of July 2008
Talia, the stepdaughter I helped deliver and raise as one of my own beloved children, with her dog, Joline. We all called our doggie JoJo, tho.
Kristina, my then-third wife (now ex) atop Little Si. A few spires and avalanche chutes rise into the fog behind her on Mt. Si, aka Big Si.
Today is surprisingly chilly for July for a low mountain peak so close to the Sound. The damp fog, brooding clouds, and the threat of rain amidst silence of the unknown felt foreboding at times as the financial collapse of the Great Recession accelerated thru our lives.
There’s a lot on her beautiful mind, too. Heavy.
To heck with the Great Recession! We’re out here to have a great time together, and, hey, it’s a beautiful day anyway! Hooray for the wisdom of 6 year olds.
¡LOL!
Just not in synch now, are we?
OK, my turn. Dad takes a selfie on the mountaintop.
Jo Dog keeps sharing the love no matter what.
Kristina in her 40th year of life. We struggled at times with our power dynamics and the messes of circumstances. Our love for each other, for community, and for the Great Outdoors ran deep, deeper than blood. Nothing, however, lasts forever and ever. We all had many wonderful times, tho.
Moments of Perplexion.
The author & fotografer.
“Yeah, Dad, you can take my picture now. With Jo, too!” Sunday 6 July 2008.
A throwback to past joys: An early dayhike to Little Si with a close friend and her new baby. Kristina’s on the right with Baby Talia gazing up into her Mama’s face. The two infants were born close together, and the two women have been friends since early childhood. This was TaTa’s first time on this trail. She’d been born a little over 2 months earlier. Yes, I took this foto, too. What a fun day! Little Si Trail, Tuesday 16 July 2002.
William Dudley Bass
Saturday 4 April 2020
Seattle, Washington
USA
Cascadia
Sol
Notes:
Little Si stands at 1,576 feet in elevation or 480 meters tall. The small peak stands in the shadow of Mt. Si, 4,167 feet or 1,270 meters high. Both are named after Josiah Merritt, a homesteader with long, white hair who built a cabin at the base of the larger mountain amidst virgin timber during the American Civil War. Folks called him, “Uncle Si,” and he was apparently quite a character with his two wives. Local lore goes, however, his Native American wife had to go back to her tribe when his White wife finally arrived from back East. Sex and power, race and class, war and money, hard work and harder loving, and the scramble for land and its riches harrow the stories of the frontier.
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