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Mountain Detours and a Bedtime Story


So many times we have driven by the Mount Saint Helen's visitor center sign. But as I drove away from Ridgefield I could see three mountains clear and bright in the distance. Hood. Adam's. St. Helen's. The mountains called me. And though the kids were sleeping, I drove there. It was not as far as I had imagined.


And we had a small, peaceful adventure. I woke them up to see this sight (except the baby, she can see another time). As we drove away we talked about volcanos and layers of the earth. How the volcano is connected to the core of the earth. But for the moment, it is quiet and only whispers of its greatness.

Two babes sleep while Andy looks out at Mt. Saint Helens.
Mount Saint Helens from the visitor center

A bedtime story: I'm working on writing stories for the kids. Below is my work in progress.


There were two little boys. Andy and Eli. And one little sister, Lia. On Christmas Day one year they received a passport and a little suitcase.

Inside the suitcase they found some tickets. Each ticket was to a new place in the world.

They began a journey where they walked, rode, skied and flew to places new and unfamiliar.

They climbed a great mountain. The mountain was quiet and beautiful. The mountain told them it was a volcano and that it was connected to the heart of the earth.


They rafted a river through the Amazon. There they met the lungs of the earth.


They crossed a great ocean. It was vast and blue. But they swam in it and found colorful waters filled with life and beauty.


They found tall cities as far as they eye could see.


And everywhere they went they found people. Some how different, but somehow very much like you and me.







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