Guest post by Frederick Manfred Simon.
January 7, 2016
A long way from their former home in the land of fruits and nuts; even
further from their windy birthplace a deuce of once bloody-nosed 45’s
make 26 unkempt, soon-to-be-loaded with dark northern wheat “scoot” cars
follow the undulating “CW” grade laying frozen-prone under drifted snow
betwixt the rolling “hills” of Eastern Washington on the
steppe of the mighty Columbia from which 4,090-foot Johnny George
Mountain and Whitestone Ridge of the Columbia Range rise into the
brewing Jovian-like atmosphere preparing another thick blanket of
white-cold down even before darkness displaces the diffused luminescence
and envelops the near dormant, bitter cold opaline land.