Sep 22, 2009 | Sisters, OR
Sep 22, 2009

Arriving in darkness, after winding down a long dirt road lined with tall pines, I got out of my car and entered into a wonderland. For an hour I explored the woods and the buildings — teepees, glowing orbs floating in a pond, painted totems, a jeweled cow, a hanging rope bridge, a waterwheel, an industrial kitchen all in steel, everything else all in wood, and so many stars overhead. The sounds were crickets, a great horned owl, the occasional splash of jumping fish, and the distant rumble of trucks on the mountain pass above. It smelled of pine, and it was very cold. I used a small flashlight, like a burglar, and searched for my cabin, eventually found it, climbed the steep staircase to the loft bed, pulled on some heavy blankets, and went to sleep. When I woke this morning and opened the door, this was what I saw just outside.