Hurricane Ridge was amazing. I wish we had taken into account how cold it would be, so we could have stayed out longer. The views before the fog came creeping were just spectacular. I’m so happy we went.
You know, looking back at all these photos and these amazingly beautiful nature areas that we visited in Washington, my heart does not only start to race from joy. It’s sadness and it’s frustration. Because, while I might live in a city – a capital, even! – these days I am constantly reminded of the amount of violence we are treating our planet with. We are not only letting our planet wither away, we are actively killing it. Every day. The amount of old, healthy trees that the city planners of Copenhagen is currently cutting down is so incredibly sad and infuriating. They’re planting new ones, they say, so it’s all good. Eye for an eye, but positive, hey? Except it’s not all good. Because those young trees are dying. They can’t survive in the harsh environment. The roots won’t set, the air is too heavy and they just give up.
Honestly? Forget “Green Copenhagen”, forget “Bicycle Capital” and Climate Conventions. It’s nonsense. It’s all cars and money, and it’s killing our green and making us sick. Literally.
I want to give up. It’s disheartening beyond belief, walking past those huge logs everywhere, dead, lying there in big chunky groups. Because we needed a new museum park (exept this park is concrete!), a bus stop (because the bus stop couldn’t be 10 metres down) or friggin’ garbage containers (because the parking area right next to the trees makes money from cars that in turn pollute our city and destroys our health).
SERIOUSLY. Why do so few people care about this? Because they don’t KNOW about it. Tree massacres are happening AT NIGHT, IN THE DARK. What does that tell you? I find it so distasteful. So awful, robbing us of the one thing that is supposed to make us proud citizens of this city. We DID kind of have it all, but we’re killing it. Slowly, but surely. Please don’t close your eyes to this. Please don’t take wonder-portraits of Copenhagen in fancy magazines as the whole truth. We need to have people talking about this, screaming about it.
We stayed at the Pear Tree Farm outside of Port Angeles, and it is one of my favourite memories from our whole US trip. When we arrived late, just as the sun was setting, we were greeted by cats and dogs and Jim & Adrienne. We helped get the animals in, and I pretty much sat on the floor covered in animals until we went to bed that first night. Adrienne and Jim were such amazing and heart warm hosts, I wish we could have stayed more than two nights… Adrienne is a fantastic cook, making our breakfast in the morning and making us feel so at home. Those dutch babies – so good! This is a place I really miss. More to come later…