Until last week, I'd never been to the Olympic Peninsula or the Oregon Coast. Seal Rock, Nye Beach, and Highway 101 were fun. Quinalt was magical. Mt. Shasta was Mt. Shasta. Being an environmentalist tree-huger, I've read and leaned quite a bit about forestry products, marbled murrelets, and spotted owls. Seeing dieing towns, clear cuts, and log trucks with skinny little Florida size trees brings tears, shame, and anger. And, it brings a haiku.
Hoquiam, Aberdeen
Tomorrow for forever
Is a foolish trade
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