Mile 124, Whiskey Dick Mountain, Washington State.
Driving to Butte for Uncle Stevie’s 50th Birthday Party. In the backseat of my parents’ car. 2011
Whiskey Dick Mountain? The things you miss when you never leave the highway.
Deer remind me of W. B. Yeats.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams…
by William Butler Yeats