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Methow: October 22, 2014

Methow: October 22, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian Max Judd looked out the window and ran his hand over his brow and through his white hair, his fingers thick from years of working the soil. His gaze fell on the hillside across the river, as if to find words among the yellow and red leaves in the trees. I...
Methow: October 8, 2014

Methow: October 8, 2014

By Joanna Bastian The Columbia River Quilt Guild wants to give a quilt to everyone who lost a home this summer. Shortly after the Carlton Complex Fire devoured more than 400 square miles and destroyed over 300 homes of friends, neighbors and families, the quilters reached out to quilt shops and quilting guilds around the...
Methow: September 24, 2014

Methow: September 24, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian Always ahead of the game, us lower valley folks have been ready for fall for months. We even decorated early for Halloween this year — everything has been orange and black since mid-July. The trees that shut down all growth during the fire as an act of survival today blend in with the...
Methow: September 10, 2014

Methow: September 10, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian “Tango November Three Niner Forty Four Whiskey,” It sounded like a secret language that Monte Catlin was fluent in. He should be — Monte has spoken pilot-talk since he was 16. Growing up around the Puget Sound area, Monte watched his older brother start flying planes and decided that folding his...
Methow: August 27, 2014

Methow: August 27, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian Stretching back in time, to late summer 2011, I walked with Taza Keene near her home on Squaw Creek. She was showing me the remnants of the original town site of Methow — then named for the stream running nearby. In that brief moment in time, a mossy roof covered a pit house,...
Methow: August 13, 2014

Methow: August 13, 2014

By Joanna Bastian A carved Sasquatch stands guard on the South Fork of Gold Creek. One eye is missing, giving him the flirtatious look of a wink. I tried to interview him a few times. I asked him how long he had been standing there, if he had a girlfriend, and what hair products he...
Methow: July 30, 2014

Methow: July 30, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian My house is still there. The fire burned underneath the bedroom porch and along the flowerbeds but stopped short at the house. The bees are still there, buzzing away happily in a square of green gardens amidst a blackened landscape. The beautiful backyard, creekside porch, fruit trees, humming bird feeders and...
Methow: July 9, 2014

Methow: July 9, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian I woke up to a strange ripping sound and a shower of ice crystals in my face. “Joanna, wake up, the tent is falling down.” In response, my eyelids squeezed shut even tighter as I burrowed deeper into the warmth of my sleeping bag. “Joanna …” With a grunt I shoved...
Methow: June 25, 2014

Methow: June 25, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian My healthiest beehive swarmed in the best possible way: on the back of the hive box while I happened to be in the garden. I expected this particular hive to swarm. The colony was growing rapidly and had grown a few peanut-shaped queen cells. For the last two weeks I regularly...
Methow: June 11, 2014

Methow: June 11, 2014

Methow By Joanna Bastian My healthiest beehive swarmed in the best possible way: on the back of the hive box while I happened to be in the garden. I expected this particular hive to swarm. The colony was growing rapidly and had grown a few peanut-shaped queen cells. For the last two weeks I regularly...