Subtle & Steady

I was raised in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. Every summer as we drove up the windy mountain road to our favorite campsite, riding in the rear facing seat of the family station wagon, my sister and I had our noses glued to the back windshield (had seatbelts even been invented yet?) searching for that poor lost little Indian. Dad told us the story every year,  how the young man had gone out hunting, followed his prey just a little too far, and not made it back home. The tribe was worried, and they asked everyone to help with the search for Falling Rock. Continue reading “Subtle & Steady”