The first picture is driving through the countryside on the way out to Mt Hood National Forest.
The campsite is named Indian Henry.
The second picture is the in the Indian Henry campground.
I spread some of my brother Dalton's ashes a year ago.
The last picture is the view from under the tree on top of the rock in the second picture.
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There's magic in those parts, friends. If you get the opportunity climb up to that tree.
Feel the breeze sing and listen to the tree.
I'll spare the ramblings for another entry, but go visit Indian Henry.
The forest grounds are covered with great fallen trees and pillows of moss.
I couldn't capture all the magic in photography.
I went on a journey.
The climates have shifted.
I could keep rambling, but I end it with this:
Protect the Cascadian forest and rivers
at all cost.
