Oregon is coast and mountains and high desert. It is Doug fir on one side and ponderosa on the other, it is both moss and sagebrush. The many facets of her character come up to meet you in a gentle sort of way. It is not the expansive California nor the dense Washington but a kind of in-between world where its softness is more cradling, more compassionate than that of her neighbors. The meandering rivers cut deep channels in the thick eastern basalt, the coastline extends unmolested by greed and her volcanos dot the spine of the cascades standing like ever watchful sentinels looking over it all. I like living here.
