I’d forgotten how much I love fresh fallen snow!  So beautiful, and here it hangs from the boughs of majestic Sequias reaching more than

Heavy Snow

Heavy Snow

150 feet high with a symmetry that appears man made, but on closer inspection you realize that there are no straight lines but somehow the overall affect makes it look that way from a distance.  The snow collects on each branch and appears to drip off the edges, impossibly holding onto the needles;  tomorrow when the sun comes out the snow will glitter like a blinding carpet of diamonds.   For now, tonight, it is this quiet and secret beauty. Like a glass of special wine or a bite of foie gras.  It is all the more lovely because it is gone so quickly.   A brief hush as if the whole world is joining us in this quiet little moment and taking a pause… and gone, a blissful hiccup.

There is a highway here with roads and towns, but there is such a thin line that separates “civilization” from the wildness here. You can find Big Macs here but a cougar might join you for dessert.  I like this all very much but am not sure exactly why.  Is it because I think MAN is typically so far removed from his proper place in nature by modern day society?  Man may be at the top of the food chain but if all of our modern day appurtenances were stripped away and we were once again in the jungles and plains, the hunters and the hunted, I posit that many of us would not fare well.  Our foes would have little trouble re-adapting, but us?  Not so much.  I am certain of this and we are very lucky that conditions have been maintained that have enabled us to carry on with our supremacy.  Just a twist here or there, a dip up or down, and our species could find itself in serious peril.  Exploring and living in wild country is a study of juxtaposition.  Here we have a Costco, and a few scant miles away you can find yourself in some of the wildest country you can find anywhere.  

Snow Covered Olympic Mountain Range

Snow Covered Olympic Mountain Range

Ahead of me is the great Pacific Ocean, to the left are the wild Olympic Mountains and to the right is the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  Carry on north and the Yukon and  eventually Alaska and the Arctic Circle awaits.  It is here that the fresh Pacific air meets North America, and the currents of  the greatest ocean of the world carry  a biomass beyond measure, that leads masses of creatures large and small on a timeless migration that is literally the time keeper of the planet in every way that really matters.  I’m feeling very transcendentalistic, perhaps a reread of On Walden Pond is in order.

Fresh Blue Sky The Morning After

Fresh Blue Sky The Morning After

Oh, just so you don’t think that I am starving myself here….  tonight I  cooked:

A pan seared filet mignon briefly marinated in red wine, pepper and rubbed with garlic and sea salt.

Little new potatoes boiled till done then hand smashed with a little butter and a tiny bit of cream (not much) and white pepper.

Half a dozen brussel sprouts at the peak of their flavor, harvested this very day!  In a glass bowl with an inch of water and nuked for 5.5 minutes.  Perfect, all grown and harvested right here.  How lucky I am to eat this delicious food and  to know how lucky I am to eat this delicious food.

All of the ingredients came from my newly favorite market the aptly named:  SUNNY FARMS.  Imagine the most wonderful farmers market that is there all the time, seven days a week, all year long, till eight at night…  with a deli, and the freshest seafood, and even your favorite gourmet things that you’d never imagine would be for sale here….  Yes this is SUNNY FARMS.

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