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For nearly half my life, the Cascade Mountains have shaped how I see the world. Mount Baker, in particular, called to me the first time I hiked its flanks in 2002. I knew then I needed to live here. That instinct became a life. For 24 years, this region has been both home and muse, offering endless variations of light, …

I had a dream that lasted 24 years, one that drifted in my subconscious like a satellite in orbit revolving patiently, waiting to be activated. Only now can I see how round and symmetrical the dream was, how it would inevitably return to its origin. I was nineteen when I first saw it. After four days of driving westward to …