With what seems like 95% of the comments that squiggle through Akismet to the moderation queue still spammy, it seems almost like your first blog comment when a legitimate one comes through (as most online conversations slither down the vat of twitter/facebook/google+ spaces).
I got that today when Mark left a note of an experience he had similar to my own discovery of the cabin restoration project at Sherman Lake during my 2011 Road Odyssey.
Thus I found myself digging the Storybox out of the box in a closet (sigh) because on it was stored some video and a 9 minute audio conversation I recorded with the Forest Service Archeologist / Project Manager / Nice guy named “Steve”. Apparently Mark had a parallel Steve experience.
Thus I found myself editing together the video above.
Because I re-read my post. Remembered the words of a volunteer named Beverly:
I love the outdoors and meeting people, and not to lose the belief in human nature.
And my own reflection on the experience, which is now a faint call to try and get back on the road, and maybe maybe maybe maybe this summer, I might get to check in on Sherman Lake and find other gems
Every house I zoom by, every person I never talk to, every road I don’t take “” likely reveals gems like this stop today. A lake that is gone, a spirit that lives on.
The post "Remembering Sherman Lake" was originally assembled from spare parts of a 1957 Chevy at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2014/04/remembering-sherman-lake/) on April 20, 2014.