Published on Truthout, 3 July 2017.

This Memorial Day I awoke in a tent high on Klahhane Ridge in Washington state’s Olympic National Park. With the Strait of Juan de Fuca just to the north, and a sweeping view of Mount Olympus and the rest of the park to the south, the sunset the night before went on for hours.

After the sun set, slivers of red arched across the sky in streaks on the underbellies of a few wispy clouds. That night, the stars were so bright they ran all the way down to the horizons.

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