When I first moved to 1880, I could look right out my bathroom window and see Mount Hood.

Over time, my magnolia grew and blocked that view. So I had to look out the hall window.

Then my redwood grew. So I had to look out the spare bedroom window.

Eventually, I could only spot the mountain because I new exactly where to look among all the trees that had grown, both near and in the distance,

This morning, I could see it. Tonight, I couldn’t. A distant tree branch had bent down and blocked my view.

I had been wondering whether I would be sad when I moved away and could no longer look out my windows, one or the other, and see my mountain.

That problem was solved for me.

Sometimes you just have to let things go.

Here’s a shot from my little red boat, a happy day years ago, paddling below the south face.

I remember.