In the mid to late 1960’s my father, mother, brother, and family friends took our horses to the high Cascade Mountains in Washington, to hunt deer. Someone in the party snapped this photograph, looking down across a valley. The horses provide a sense of just how wide open this space was. I always wanted to go with them (although I am not a hunter), but school kept me home. Thank you Dad, for packing in good camera equipment, and sister Lori, for scanning all the slides to a flash drive, and giving them to me.