The Story of My People

> The first time I heard Katie laugh, I knew I liked these people. It was mid-afternoon in the Southern California desert. Allen and I were making our way down to Tule Spring at mile 137. I badly needed a water break. Allen is a fast hiker and keeping

I was sitting by a loud, crashing creek in Washington, the air moving at a brisk pace through a craggy split in the earth and down into the valley below. I had stopped for lunch and promptly plopped down into the rockfall surrounding the creek. I was accompanied by Peanut,