... we drove out hope, where the road comes to an end and about 125 people live at the end of the world ... this is a view of the half of the town that was swallowed up in the good friday earthquake ... pa would take us to hope on his barter/scrounge/swap expeditions ...
... the abandoned old coast road winds along the little bluff just to the right in the picture ... even in the absence of a specific memory, i've absolutely no doubt this is a spot pa would've stopped so ma could prepare a little picnic lunch while we skipped stones and dared one another to walk out onto the deadly glacial mud ...
... i could feel his presence in this place, and, sharing it with my little girls, i know he smiled ...