Sept 12 - Lake Cushman, WA

Sept 12 – Lake Cushman, WA

”Do you think of me as a mountain man?”, Bruce asked me.

”Well, you do live on a mountain.”  But the truth was, after a night and day with Birgit and Bruce, after being scooped up from the Hoodsport IGA and fed relentlessly, after a therapy session by Lake Cushman and wood extraction from the mountain, after learning that fires can be started with vacuum cleaners, and that good travel need involve only open heartedness and a good camper van, and that good people can sometimes take bad people to the woods and shoot ’em just because they aren’t worth anything much, I realized that I didn’t know much about what a mountain man was anyway.