This is home to me. I spent my childhood roaming these hills. Limited only by my imagination life was a continous adventure. Yes I know how lucky I was to have had the opportunity to explore, experience, and live life to the fullest. Days were an never ending wonder. The trouble I got myself into I had only myself to depend on. Yes there were chores to be done as there would be on any working ranch, school was a three bus ride to Hunters, Washington. The church the family attended is just the same as it was 50 years ago. I recently painted this landscape of the place I will always call home no matter when my life takes me.