When I first saw this scene, looking over the hood of a Jeep, I was struck by the beauty of the forest and the contrast with the trail we were on. As I worked on the photo, the contrast stayed with me. Now, looking at it as I write this post, I think about the people who first crossed the Cascade Range, indeed any mountains, by foot, with oxen or horses pulling a cart. And then there are the people who had their trail to follow, but had to slog through greasy, slick mud.
Did they look up from their travails, shivering in their boots, and curse the dark forest or admire its beauty?
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