Guest post by Frederick Manfred Simon.
January 20, 2018
Having just whipped around apply named
1572’ Black Butte some 300-odd-feet below, three olyphanting motors
bring good things to life as they make short shrift of the 1300’
HOT “Baby Q,” symbol QSSEALT6-20, (Seattle-Alliance, Texas).
Racing towards Stratford – just below my vantage point – the
succinct train is on a flap of land skirted and irrigated by Crab
Creek, typical of middle-Washington where every fraction of fertile
acreage is cultivated. On either side buttes, that, if spied from
above on Google maps, look like dry leprosy where erosion of the
repeated prehistoric Missoula Lake floods and receding ice shelves
have literally eaten away earth’s living tissue leaving nothing but
rock like petrified bone. In the distance, rising up and out of the
frame at 3617’ is partially snow-covered Badger Mountain where, on
the other side, is nestled-nicely Wenatchee on either bank of the
Columbian flow. In unincorporated city-block-big Stratford, one of
the homeowners of respectably inhabited structures along its main
drag had the foresight to preserve the former Great Northern station
sign while just a few hundred feet further down Stratford Road, a
propped up, must-be century-old gas station, succumbs, very slowly,
to time indifferent.
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