I was strolling today when I came to a small meadow. I saw a lot of things that reminded me of places on the east coast. What really got me was the damn old wild scrawberry. I thought those only existed where I come from. These Cascading Mountains feel more like home every day, besides the non replying to message assed locals around here, things are nice. Back home if you tried to get in touch with somebody, they would return the favor, around here it seems that folks have better things to do. . . . .