Fulfilling a wish to live in a remote location and the great luck of
finding Morgan Spring was a dream come true. The author and Linda, his
childhood sweetheart, quickly realized Morgan Spring was a perfect place
for retirement and an extended honeymoon. Morgan Spring opened its pages
to teach about the day-to-day living where mail came three days per week
and where the water was beyond quenching. Their little spot, surrounded
by a meadow often filled with elk and a forest with breezes singing
through the needles of evergreen trees, offered habitat for wildlife
precious to dangerous, from mushrooms to birds, wildflowers to backyard
skunks. Thinking of birds invited forays into how some birds acquired
their names and occasional swoops into bird business such as catching
flies. Morgan Spring is witness to a rich geological history beginning
in the shadow of Mount Mazama of the Cascade Mountains. The richness of
human history ranges from bad to good and entertaining. The health of
the ecology of Morgan Spring country is also varied, but its outcome
hopeful. We rarely saw neighbors. When we did, it was a delight knowing
that they also loved Morgan Spring.