Chuck drove us to the top of a hill. Nauseous from the short off-road journey, we all hopped out to take shots of the Columbia River Gorge. Rattle snakes were announcing themselves all around us, yet we could see none. With caution we walked to the top and looked out. While others were fascinated by the view, several of us focused on what lay at our feet. Pistol and rifle shells dotted the dirt. Juxtaposition laid animal bones and a sole empty bottle of whiskey. This began the inspiration for this blog. What were all of these things doing here together? This was no typical tourist hike, it was just a small farm area. What man came up here? Was he shooting animals or trying to shoot the bottle? Did the bottle stay in tact simply because he had drunken the entirety of its contents before hand? If so, then how does the animal come into place? We go through life seeing all of these things every day, but it is rare that we really think about them and try to piece together a story or explanation. So I tried, and now I am left curious.