The Demise of Glenn

 the writer ... Glenn

 after the tribal scalping

 more off from the barber

the end

Bob is interested to know if Glenn can now only write short stories ... maybe all his writing powers have been removed ... yet to be seen.

Oregon 11th-13th July

The last of the tribe members for me to meet was Jan. Glenn transported Elena, Robin and I to Oregon for a tribal get together and hair cutting ceremony. Glenn's daughter is getting married and she asked for him to look 'respectable' for the wedding. The tribe tried to ease the pain of respectability by having a tribal scalping hehehe.

Once we crossed this bridge over the Columbia River we were in Oregon.

a regular visitor to Jan's garden

 Tonka

 Jan, me with my American grown stomach, Glenn, Elena and Robin.

Only our Lynn was missing.

 I love these guys!

 Jan's studio

 margaritas hmm

 the Jan hug!

 Jan and her llamas

 feeding the llamas

 Sadie

 more tribal love

 Jan in her natural habitat

 the wood nymph

 on route to the river

whistling through blades of grass

 some time in Jan's studio

 let the hair removal begin ... Steve used his chainsaw hehehe

Lynn, the tribe member that couldn't be present was on Skype.

 de-haired Glenn with his tribe ... he was traumatized

 Jan and Steve's beautiful peaceful home

 nearly time to say "see ya next year"

Y'all come back now ... ya hear!

Snoqualmie Falls 10th July 2012

Here's some information I got off the net about the Snoqualmie Falls.

Deep in the Valley of the Moon, there is music: the sound of water from Snoqualmie Falls crashing to the hard earth and the wind whistling through stands of cedar and fir. There is peace out here where the first people of the Eastside chased the seasons and looked to the sky, hoping to find their creator lounging in the crook of a crescent moon.

They are known as the Snoqualmie Indians, once one of the biggest and most feared tribes in the Puget Sound area. The Snoqualmies, who recently received federal recognition, make up one of two main tribes that call the Eastside home.

A certain sense of peace remains in the Snoqualmie Valley, more than 140 years after a treaty signed between Native Americans and white settlers caused whole villages to be erased from the map - villages that once hunkered along lakes and rivers throughout the Eastside.

 The story of the Moon 

It happened a long time before anyone wrote anything down. The Moon Child, Snoqualm, said goodbye to his wife in the western ocean and walked up the river toward the home of his mother, wife of the Red Star.

As Moon walked up the river he confronted fierce monsters. He transformed them into plants and animals to create a home where the people could live. When he came to the place where Raven had built a fish weir across the river, Moon turned that fish weir into stone.

At this place with the river pouring over the lip of the stone, Moon created the first man and woman, then climbed into the sky to stay. Forever.