Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
Even a lover of ancient forests likes being on top of the world. Lingering on Mount June, I watch turkey vultures tipping wings at eye-level. The month of June is prime time for wildflowers, warblers, and verdant beauty in every shade of green. Oregon Wild’s Chandra LeGue and I bask in the Hardesty Mountain Roadless Area, the largest wild place within an hour of Eugene and Springfield at about 8,000 acres.
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