That story is true, Oh no! I'm sorry.
You would appreciate Greenbluff, E. I live in Eastern Washington, where the landscape was scoured 10,000 years ago by the great Missoula flood. Glacial Lake Missoula was the size of Lake Michigan, held back by a dam of glacial ice. One day that dam broke, and all the water went at once, carrying boulders the size of trucks clear to the ocean. Once still sits in a field near Mcminnville, Oregon. East of here lie the scablands and the Columbia River Basin, where on satellite photographs you can see the path of the water as it roared by those many years ago. The house where I live is situated on a bank of deposited till several hundred feet thick, and not far away I can see where the flow above me scraped off the mountainside. Bedrock there, no soil at all.
Greenbluff somehow escaped. The fine loess soil lies deep upon the land, and for some reason there's a little climatic banana belt right there. Family farms exploit this enclave, which is too small to attract corporate interests. You would love it.
Peach smoothies tonight
Cobbler tomorrow I hope
I can eat it all |
