There is barely a central hub you can call Ravensdale. There a Large equipment yard storing Everything from large earth movers to family trailers. But the real center is the Ravensdale store.
Small limited verity place that I have enjoyed every stop I made there.
It still has a hitching post for horses. It's not common to find a horse there, but it was there when it was!
That's it. Add a small gift shop and you have Ravensdale sewn up.
TREES! COAL! They were Ravensdale's Life.
Now there is an old miners home that was founded by a Ravensdale whore who is loved and admired to this day.
They (Ravensdale) dedicated their community center to her. She ran the Burlesque Hall at the the 1960 worlds fair in Seattle. Then she had the Hall moved here to become the home for retired miners.
She was the only one who saved her money. She was the only one who loved the bachelor miners from all over the world whose needs she truly met.
The trees are still here, lessoned by their cloned Sameness, proving that no matter how many tree there are if they are all the same they will never be a forest.
My part of Ravensdale shows a bit more verity that others do. Mixing Ceder and alder with the conifers. a sprinkling of Dogwood gives color in the Spring.
Animal life abounds here drawn perhaps by a small shallow lake.over the hill from my house.
In the five years I spent here I've learned that I never want to lie in town or city again.
Due to circulatory blockage I have but a little use of my legs and largely stay indoors.
I can walk but for only short distances. Yet the closer I get to Wilderness the better I like it.
I cannot live in Wilderness nor at my age would I want to. But I like being next to it. I like seeing its' diverse populations interact with the weather and each other.
I like being slowed down by all that is happening. I don't really know what it is that I want to say.
What might be of value to others.
I think of it as life at the periphery. What goes on at the edges of small towns and settlements when they are surrounded by wilderness rather than farms and dairies.
Bears diffidently need special consideration, But few things have riveted my attention as wild life cutting though town. I once saw around 50 Elk stop traffic as they ever so casually wove themselves though stopped cars, I could see under the closer ones bellies as they lightly trotted pass our blocked cars...they didn't even look down at us! LOL
I have actually missed very few places in my wanders life. I would miss Ravensdale terribly were I not moving further out of town.
This move is taking far longer than I thought it would. So I have said good-bye to Ravensdale many times...I guess what I'm doing here is trying to say good-bye to something I would need another 20 years to really begin know.
But also trying to say good-bye to something we will never really part from. Nature is always with us.
It's like with dogs I loved every dog I ever met! But my dogs will always be a part of me, will always be missed, I feel I will miss them even in my grave.
So I bark and bark as I see Ravendale receding from my life.
I thank you for the Elk and Deer I thank for the bear I match paw to hand though a class door with, I fear both bear and I were quite mad and so did not do harm to each other only marveled at each others daring and lack of aggression.
Ravensdale good-bye..
Small limited verity place that I have enjoyed every stop I made there.
It still has a hitching post for horses. It's not common to find a horse there, but it was there when it was!
That's it. Add a small gift shop and you have Ravensdale sewn up.
TREES! COAL! They were Ravensdale's Life.
Now there is an old miners home that was founded by a Ravensdale whore who is loved and admired to this day.
They (Ravensdale) dedicated their community center to her. She ran the Burlesque Hall at the the 1960 worlds fair in Seattle. Then she had the Hall moved here to become the home for retired miners.
She was the only one who saved her money. She was the only one who loved the bachelor miners from all over the world whose needs she truly met.
The trees are still here, lessoned by their cloned Sameness, proving that no matter how many tree there are if they are all the same they will never be a forest.
My part of Ravensdale shows a bit more verity that others do. Mixing Ceder and alder with the conifers. a sprinkling of Dogwood gives color in the Spring.
Animal life abounds here drawn perhaps by a small shallow lake.over the hill from my house.
In the five years I spent here I've learned that I never want to lie in town or city again.
Due to circulatory blockage I have but a little use of my legs and largely stay indoors.
I can walk but for only short distances. Yet the closer I get to Wilderness the better I like it.
I cannot live in Wilderness nor at my age would I want to. But I like being next to it. I like seeing its' diverse populations interact with the weather and each other.
I like being slowed down by all that is happening. I don't really know what it is that I want to say.
What might be of value to others.
I think of it as life at the periphery. What goes on at the edges of small towns and settlements when they are surrounded by wilderness rather than farms and dairies.
Bears diffidently need special consideration, But few things have riveted my attention as wild life cutting though town. I once saw around 50 Elk stop traffic as they ever so casually wove themselves though stopped cars, I could see under the closer ones bellies as they lightly trotted pass our blocked cars...they didn't even look down at us! LOL
I have actually missed very few places in my wanders life. I would miss Ravensdale terribly were I not moving further out of town.
This move is taking far longer than I thought it would. So I have said good-bye to Ravensdale many times...I guess what I'm doing here is trying to say good-bye to something I would need another 20 years to really begin know.
But also trying to say good-bye to something we will never really part from. Nature is always with us.
It's like with dogs I loved every dog I ever met! But my dogs will always be a part of me, will always be missed, I feel I will miss them even in my grave.
So I bark and bark as I see Ravendale receding from my life.
I thank you for the Elk and Deer I thank for the bear I match paw to hand though a class door with, I fear both bear and I were quite mad and so did not do harm to each other only marveled at each others daring and lack of aggression.
Ravensdale good-bye..
