Letter From the Desert: Deep Time I

Mt. Lassen and surround

Along the west Walker River, a boxy, two-story white clapboard house caught my peripheral vision, and until I turned to look straight at it it registered as a house I once lived in. That was startling. We moved away from that place in 1965, moved from a toddler’s paradise of dirt and snakes and water out in the county to a rented …