What Happens When the Cast comes off the Broken Arm?
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Journalist with a passion for ignored and forgotten causes from around the world. Don't get your boxers in a knot over stories in foreign languages since I do cater to a global audience.... Crusty, Sardonic, Insane
Born on the North West Coast of the US. I am use to Snow Capped Mountains, beautiful Forests, wild flowers on wild Rivers. The once wild foods, berries of the area and the beloved Salmon.
I could look out across the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. I could look in land at the Snow Capped Mountains.
I watched the Hawks and Eagles soaring in the clean pure blue skies. Enjoyed the thrill of the first crys of the Geese in Spring and Winter. As thousands of flocks in v formation made their dramatic way North or South each season.
Loving the show of the Northern Lights dancing across the skies.
Hearing the howl of the wolf packs. Hearing them pausing at the tent flap at night, as they listened in on you.
Finding you were being tracked by curious Mountain Lions in the snow when crossing back over the trails and seeing their foot prints behind yours.
Seeing huge bear tracks just filling in with water on the trail and the hair standing up on the back of your neck realizing he/she is right next to you in the brush.