Greetings from the Columbia Gorge where the mighty east-west Columbia River splits the north-south Cascade Mountains. See those four volcanoes? We live in the middle of ‘em.

This blog began as part of Kristine’s and my journey, following the Lord that has led us to Carson, Washington, right at the exact center of the Columbia Gorge.

In one way we know this place…the geography. We’re native Pacific Northwest GenXers who spent plenty of time in the nature part.

In another way we know and love it, too: People who live in the Columbia Gorge are NOT-Seattlites and NOT-Portlanders. It’s own sub-culture, geographic and historic. The people here choose to be here. It’s separatist-yet-encroached-upon flyover country on both sides of the river.

And it’s torn, spiritually and economically. Evil is real here.

“But God!”, right? Carson Bible Church is a faithful little outpost praying to the Lord of the Harvest to send workers.

Here we are, Lord. Now what?