“As a mountain of rock is unshaken by wind, so also, the wise are unperturbed by blame or praise” (Verse 81, Book of Dharma)

This Fall we spent some time in the North Cascades. Deep in the Pasayaten wilderness – a roadless raw tooth in the American Cordillera – our three happy bodies lay still, wanting for nothing.


We were shaken by the wind, washed with rain, and cocooned by cold. Beneath us lay 400 million years of geologic time; tectonic plates beached at a place we now call western Washington.