I sat reading in the infamous rocker. It was an intense read by Pete Fromm called Indian Creek Chronicles. His work is about the Selway and Little Clearwater Rivers and a young college kid who gives up everything to live in a tent all winter guarding Salmon Fry. It is about solace and finding yourself in the midst of losing yourself. Oh I had nothing in common with the read. Not a word applied.
For those not in the know, the Selway is in the central Idaho Panhandle, about equal distance from Missoula Montana and Lewiston Idaho. It is rugged and remote country, inaccessible during most of the winter.
As I read I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and I looked up to spy a White Tail Doe just inches from my face, studying me from the window.
Naturally the camera was in the other room.
So we sat there, looking at one another. Looking into that deer's eyes was sort of what I expect peace must look like.
Later that night, as I finished Fromm and entered the world of Timothy Egan and his brilliant assessment of the Northwest-The Good Rain, Peace became chaos. Winds picked up from the Southwest dumping hail, rain, and large flakes of snow. The next morning I had my first opportunity of the year to play wind chime scavenger hunt.
If you have not had such an opportunity, I would offer that this is the opposite of what Peace must look like.
These pics were taken of the inbound storm.
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