Sixteen years ago we placed a portion of my father’s ashes on Silver Star’s summit.
The 4,390-foot summit of Silver Star Mountain is easily visible from much of the Portland and Vancouver area.
In late May my nephew and I returned to the summit. This time we brought portions of the ashes of my mother and his sister. Both had passed away late last year.
Before spreading their ashes we reflected on, and honored, the two very special people in our lives.
They will enjoy the location.
The views are open and far-reaching on a clear day, including the snow-covered summits of the high Cascade volcanoes.
Deer are often nearby, as are black bears when the huckleberries ripen in the autumn. Less than one mile away are Indian pits used for religious ceremonies in the long past.
I imagine at times the spirits of the Indians and my father sitting around an open campfire telling wild and wooly stories about hunting and other adventures. Now my mother and niece will join them. And, one of these days, so will I.
Even though I miss them, they are always close by in my heart.