Hallowe'en. Amazing: the veil between the worlds grows thin. Our goldfish, Tico died this morning. Jim found him/her at the bottom of the tank this morning. S/he had been ailing, and we tried our usual extra measures. It may have been loneliness because no one was around as much with Robin gone, then me, then Jim on weekends. Tico was over 11 years old--how many goldfish do you know who live that long? We loved Tico who was happy and sociable, always splashing when we walked by. I hope Tico will be buried under the fir trees in our yard; feeding them and becoming part of the cycle of death and life.
Today I talked to and demonstrated with the students of David Williams’s art class at Sedro Woolley High. What a respectful and quiet group of students: they listened and tried working with the paint, being very frugal with it (I liked that) and trying my technique. Not many questions asked. I hope they really like art--seems like some of them do, and some care about learning techniques. I hope the lecture is something that opens a small door for them--I showed all the images from a talk I’d given at UW Tacoma since I still had it in a disk. Talked a bit about Yoko Ono and Jo Hansen, Mierle Laderman Ukeles and Hans Haake, William Morris (the 19th century one) and the painting and decoration artists.
I also stopped by park headquarters and found out that the same year of the big landslide on Highway 20 (2003) there had been flooding and roads washed out on Glacier Peak, and these roads hadn’t been rebuilt; it is unlikely they will be. This may be due to funds, but it’s interesting how the mountains reclaim. Erosion is a mighty leveler. The road issue is serious. Will trails take the place of the roads?
Jim and I drove up to Washington Pass and found snow along the way this morning. We took a few pictures which I hope to post on the site next weekend if I can get better organized with my web page.
Since I had fallen a few years ago and don’t have the strength and mobility of previous days, I appreciate the road’s seriousness at being able to help us up to the top of a very challenging landscape. I later found out that people from Winthrop didn’t make it to the top because the snow and ice were too serious. There was sand on the road when we got to the pass. So I’m thinking about how the roads are serious and cause real problems for the wilderness: the animals, the plants. But they also provide us access to the wild, to each other.