Moscow Mountain has been part of our mental landscape for longer than we can remember. We heard stories from our dad of motorcycling over the mountain to work at the mill. Our parents brought us here as kids to hike, sled and bicycle. And of course I motorcycled here regularly during my teen years.
So it is disorienting to see it changed today, bare ground where once was deep forest shade. The land is private so we can’t begrudge its use for profit. It just takes a minute to absorb.