Hmmm, some day I'll write something for this page... Here's a start...

I was found high up in the Cascades under a snowfield by a pack of happy snowdragons. Weaned on sliding on snow and chasing mountain goats in the summer I knew my home was in the mountains. Found while sliding around on skis by a family with people I was told were "Mom", "Dad", "Sister" and "Brother", I soon accepted their version of life...

more later

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