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We at the Graydon Re-serve, ever optimistic, havebecome infected with theeuphoria that bubbles upin spring. Everything ispossible.
Don will build a littleteahouse at RosebudMeadow. Jonelle will cre-ate her field guide to theplants and flowers of thereserve. We will host theForest Bacchanal of Sound,
Video and Installation Art.We will discover a realisticroute to the Dark Tower.
When the bubbles burst,well turn to our practicallist: clean the septic tankfilter, repair the footbridgehit by a falling alder, seal-coat the asphalt driveway.
By the time the snowscome, we hope to lookback on spring and sum-mer 2010 with the samesatisfaction that we remem-ber 2009. Last years longhot summer brought wel-come changes. The newinterior of Cantina delRioin primal red, green,blue and yellowfairlydemands that you come infor a beer. The serpentine,all 110 feet of it, became a
sculptural reality in EmilysPark. We now have a goodswimming hole right off thefirepit, thanks to the ever-changing course of theriver. Penny Lane got itsown street sign, straight outof Liverpool, and in thewoods, walkers now en-counter a sign that lookssuspiciously official: WildSky WildernessGraydonReserve. (See pages 6 and7 for photos.)
Upward bound
PLEASE SEE PAGE 10
Spring fever
GRAYDON RESERVE INDEX, WASHINGTON SPRING 2010
Time marches on, and so does Index
Even in seemingly timeless Index,Washington, time moves on and thingsdochange. Heres a look at some of the
ways Index is trying to move ahead . . . .a few goals for the future.
The star rating with each story givesan idea of how things are progressing.
DONT HOLD YOUR BREATH HOPE BEATS ETERNAL THINGS ARE LOOKING UP GREAT NEWS PRAISE THE LORD!
RE-OPEN THE BUSH HOUSE
The Bush House sits along Index Avenue,
bedraggled and forlorn like an abandoned
cat. To say the hotel has seen better days is a
wild understatement. But those days of wine
and roses may yet return.
The Bush House opened its doors in Index
well over a century ago. But a few years ago
the strain of operating a ramshackle hotel in
a tiny out-of-the-way village apparently led to
its closure.
Now for the good news: a group has come
up with a plan that may well save the place.
The idea would be to create a mixed venture
that includes a profit-making restaurant and
a nonprofit component to provide a meeting
place and lodging.Among those involved in the effort: owner
Loyal Nordstrom, restaurateur Jimmy Tar-
anto, the Corson family of the Outdoor Ad-
venture Center in Index, historian LouiseLindgren and a couple of major investors.
Stay tuned for good news.
REBUILD INDEX-GALENA ROAD
Question: How many county workers does it
take to rebuild half a mile of highway?
Answer: None, if the jobs never started.
That sometimes seems like the situation
on rebuilding a section of Index-Galena Road,
washed out in the record-breaking floods of
November 2006.
Since then the road has been closed about5 miles east of Index, ending convenient
highway access to state campgrounds and the
vast recreational treasures of the upper
North Fork Skykomish River. The river con-
tinues to flow down the old roadbed.
In 2007, Snohomish County officials met
with area residents to discuss possibilities
for repairing and rebuilding the road. The
year 2008 brought a route feasibility study.
In 2009 the county met again with residents
to explain the studys fourteen possible solu-
tions. This year will bring a design report
DOWN, BUT NOT OUT
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s ven pages in the October issue of Climbing maga-zine document the spectacular history of the IndexUpper and Lower Town Walls. If you measure acrag by rock quality and the influen-
tial climbers who perfected their
technique there, the article says,
its clear Index holds a very spe-
cial place in the granite pantheon.
Then comes the bad news: Index
demands a penchant for self-
flagellation. Desperate locals have
been known to wrist-seal their
raincoats with duct tape while solo-aid climbing
in the near-constant drizzle.
Trendy Index the next Waikiki? Apparently eventhe people of Hawaii need to get away once in
a while. Windsurf board designer Stevie B. andhis ladyYoshiko fell in love with Index during athree-day visit last July. And it was also Hawaii
weather a month later when Jim and Stephanieand daughter Sonya were here from Maui.
Roofs are up on two new houses along Avenue A. With its steeproof, dormers and modest window sizes, the two-story dwelling
for Amy and Dean Johnson and daughters Addy, Emily andIsla should blend beautifully with the historic old homes of In-dex. Farther east on the road, the tall house of Frank and Re-becca Cook is coming together nicely. And passersby havenothing but smiles for Rebeccas flowering rock garden out by
the road. . . . Emily Johnsonfound the perfect place to
celebrate her 5th birthday:Emilys Park. In the parknamed in memory of my
mom, a dozen or more littlekids ran around like crazy
under the watchful eyes of
at least that many parents,
on a hot and happy Aug. 1.
Democracy inaction:Whether shy, reclusive, lazy or just toobusy to be bothered, six of the seven candidates for public of-
fice in the Index area declined to place their photos or writeups
in the election guide mailed last fall to all voters. Cheers to
Mayor Bruce Albert, the only candidate to take this opportunityto communicate with citizens.
Whaddya know!Ive finally found a place that gets as muchrain as Index. Its my brothers area, where he has averaged
122 inches a year over the past 21 years. I putthe two areas nose-to-nose for the past five
years and heres what I found. 2005: Index 88inches; Brother Dans place 142 inches.2006: Index 113, Dan 103. 2007: Index 102,Dan 95. 2008: Index 99, Dan, 93. 2009:Index 100, Dan 102. But with rainfall totals,
the climatic similarity ends, since brother Dan
lives in upcountry Maui.
Monday July 27, 2009, ushered in an oddity for Index: a weekof hundred-degree or near-hundred-degree days. . . . On
Tuesday, Stevie B. and Yoshikoarrived from Oahu. (Is it al-
ways this hot here?) . . . . On Wednesday, the Witzels left forShanghai. Not to escape the heatto start their new teaching
jobs. . . . On Thursday, it was swimming in the river with Carlaand Michael from Shoreline and David and Paige and daughterLucyfrom Tennessee. (Is it al-ways this hot here?) . . . . On
Friday, more of the same. . . .
On Saturday, half the crowd at
the Index Arts Festival wasdown under the bridge, playing
in the river. . . . On Sunday, I
piloted an inflatable kayak several
miles down the Skykomish, from just above the reserve to
below Boulder Drop. Boulder Drop? Uh, I walked around it. And
for this, my first time whitewater kayaking, I was closely guarded
bySteve, Doug and Tim, river pros all.The Upper Avenue A Community Assn. is so loosely organizedthat even its members have never heard of it. There are no dues,
and no meetings. No officers either. Just a
group of good people who happen to live
along Avenue A, east of the Index town limit.
Charter members of the association, whether
they know it or not, are Jacque, Evelynn,Frank and Rebecca, Micky, Norbert andKevin, Edie and Warren and Lisa, Don andJonelle, Heather and Doug and Miles, Jimand Erynn, and Steve.New in the hood: Doug Guillot is the happy new owner of theriverside log cabin next to the reserve, built many years ago byDoug McKnight and his mom and dad. The cabin is now theweekend home of Doug and Heather andtheir ever-enthusiastic son Miles, age 5, thelucky boy who will have a brother come July.
. . . StorycatcherLisa Stowe
is collecting real-life stories of Index, its people, history,
places. Contact Lisa at the Town Hall, where
she works Mondays and Tuesdays as town
clerk-treasurer, or at [email protected].
Signs of spring 2010: Index schoolteachersCarol Mangiola and Rachel Ford herd a crowd of sub-5th-graders on a visit to Emilys Park. . . . The beaver pond at the
eastern Index town limit comes to life, only this year with a river
otter. . . . Eight rafts loaded with whitewater en-
thusiasts bounce past Emilys Park on a sunny
Sunday afternoon.
Zippy,dippy, exuberant and lively: thats theIndex Times, the tiny seat-of-the-pants, good-spirited rag that now appears weekly on the
counter at the general store. Anthony Vega getstop billing as Senior Founding Editor. (PO Box
56, Index WA 98256; indextimes.wordpress.com) . . . .
Favorite weekly feature in the Index Times: Day
in the Life of Louie and Brian, pithy remarksfrom two of the towns independent souls. Sam-
ples: Hang loose, stay cool, admit nothing.
If you fall down in the woods, does anyone
hear you? I aint gonna change for nobody.
[DON]
Emily Johnsonat age 5 Emily Graydonat age 18
JIM
BROTHER DAN
HEATHER & DOUG
MILES
ANTHONY
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When it comes to forest gossip, dead
trees (or snags) are among the
chattiest of sources. I was wan-
dering the upper part of the forested area
that Don calls Muir Woods when I spotted the
Twin Towers, a couple of hoary old reddish
brown snags as thick as garbage cans and
about 20 feet tall. A trail led to the twins, so I
walked over to give them a closer look.They have the cubed and clinkery look of a
pair of old soldiers long dead but too ornery to
lie down and admit it. These Douglas fir trees
were probably dead long before the loggers
came through here 80 or 90 years ago, or they
would have been harvested too. Like nearly
all the local snags and old stumps, they have
charcoal on them, probably from the forest
fire of 1939.
Some concentrated bug tunneling activity
was still evident in the east twin, in a zone
that was once far beneath the surface of the
wood. By all the evidence
the curved andstratified nature of the frass (the excrement
of wood-eaters), the meandering tunnels, the
flattened cross-section of the tunnel, and the
large size of the bigger onesit looked like
this tree had once raised hundreds of golden
buprestid beetles.
Almond-shaped and slightly wrinkled, the
adult buprestids are an iridescent metallic-
green, with copper borders on the wing cov-
ers. In a tree, however, the larvae are just
white grubs with swollen shoulders and tiny
headsthe so-called flat-headed wood borers.
Trapped in lumber cut from infested trees,
golden buprestids have been documented
emerging 50 years later.
I ARRIVED AT THE Twin Towers from
the Saw Springs area on the eastern edge of
the Graydon Reserve. Saw Springs is where
the water of Ribbon Creek goes, although
throughout the dry season the water runs
subsurface from Alder Meadow to there. A
few turns up-trail from the springs area, the
path jogs around Teddys Mustache, a big old
stump with traces of charcoal in its creased
sides, then continues a bit before leveling out
For theinsects ofthe forest,dead trees
are just alunchroom
A WALK IN THE WOODS
By BOB HUBBARD
When hes not out in the
woods building trails or sur-veying plants and bugs, natu-ralist Bob Hubbard keeps busyas an Index town councilman,Index Historical Society host,and planner for the HeybrookRidge county park. He wouldrather walk than ride.
next to a swollen-bottomed cedar tree with a
head-high cat-face scar at its base on the
uphill side.
When the fire of 1939 burned through
here, the heat wasnt enough to kill many
trees. But shallow-rooted, thin-barked spe-
cies like cedars often had parts of their bark
and cambium killed where the flames
wrapped around the backside (downwindside) of the tree. The trees, like this one, sur-
vived, but the heat-killed areas dried out and
the bark became brittle and fell off. Fungal
diseases got into the exposed wood.
Here, a colony of Pacific dampwood ter-
mites (theyre our only Northwest species)
lived for a while, riddling the heartwood with
their tunnels. Theyre gone now. Frass fills
the tunnels, distinguishing these as the work
of termites, not carpenter ants, who keep
their tunnels clean.
FROM HERE I WANDERED over to the
Twin Towers, then up to Alder Meadows,past a pretty collection of moss- and plant-
covered logs cantilevered over each other in a
pleasing way. At the meadow I found a long
log with a nurse tree at its far end and sat
myself down, my back to the nurse tree and
feet splayed along the log, facing uphill. Be-
neath my log, Ribbon Creek splashed down
the steep slope.
I looked at the decayed trunk of a dead
BUGS
SIX-LEGGED forest citizens include this bandedalder borer and the golden buprestids above.
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maple next to the log and saw more bug tun-
nels in the gray, rotting wood. Some were
termite tunnels, and there was also a tunnel
that was probably from a round-headed wood
borer, specifically a banded alder borer. This
insectan inch and a half or more long, with
antennae even longer than thatsports
bands of black and white all down its anten-
nae and wing covers.
Some insect guidebooks describe the
banded alder borer as one of the most beauti-
ful of the forest insects. Personally I like
golden buprestids better, though both beetles
are like living gems: the alder borer a fine
onyx, the buprestid a fire opal.
WALKING DOWN Penny Lane I paused
on the corner below Alder Meadow to admire
a light-colored cedar snag about 30 or 40 feet
tall with the classic root flares and deep in-
foldings around its base that helps you iden-
tify old decayed cedar stumps from the
rounder, redder, less flared Douglas firs. Ared huckleberry bush grows out of the top of
the snag.
Farther down I exited left onto a path that
leads back toward the Twin Towers. A few
feet off the lane, the path swings close to a
Douglas fir that broke about 15 feet up the
trunk and fell to earth just a couple years
ago. The trunk is two feet in diameter at the
base, with a wide scar up one side and a de-
cay column of rotten wood in the center a foot
in diameter. This tree may have been another
victim of the 1939 fire. On the trunk, fine
light-colored dust lies atop flakes of bark like
snow on a windowsill, beneath holes the di-
ameter of cocktail straws. The holes do not
enter the decayed wood; they enter the bark
beside the exposed scar. These are the holes
of ambrosia beetles, who dispose of their bor-
ing dust out the tunnel mouth. The dust here
is from the striped ambrosia beetle.
Ambrosia beetles (Trypodendron lineatum)are not your average forest insects. Trypoden-
drons mate for life. They hand-raise their
babies in special tree-trunk nurseries, bring-
ing them pieces of fungus to eat and carrying
away their wastes for disposal. They often
raise successive broods in the same tree. They
are farmers, bringing the spores of their food
with them in special pouches and planting
them on the walls of their tunnel farms,
where the fungus soon turns the walls black
and fills the spaces with edible pieces of fun-
gus and spores. Sometimes the fungus grows
so vigorously in the tunnels that the beetles
perish, smothered in their own food.
The tunnel farms are such producers of
food that other small animals sneak in to
share in the resource. Nematode worms grow
and reproduce in the wet films of water that
cover everything in the tunnels; bacteria and
yeasts do, too. Mites hitchhike into the tun-
nels on the bodies of the beetles, then go off to
hunt nematodes or to eat yeasts and bacteria.
TREES WITH heart-rot columns, like the
termite-nest cedar and the ambrosia beetle
Doug fir, offer bug-eating wildlife, such as
birds, a sort of twofer: they can dine on cater-pillars and sawfly larvae that have fed on the
trees living foliage, and they can also chow
down on buprestid beetles, termites and wood
borers that have fed on the trees dead wood.
On my way out from the ambrosia beetle
tree I passed by three other snags: one bigleaf
maple and two red alders. All three showed
termite sign, and they had a lot of other tun-
nels in them. I wondered: out of all the frass-
filled, abandoned bug tunnels Id seen this
day, how many insects had been produced?
How much would they weigh in aggregate?
How many birds, mammals and other wildlife
have fed on them, and thus, indirectly, on the
trees? How many pounds of bugs are pro-
duced per acre per year by Muir Woods?
When a tree feeds a bird, does it make a
sound like an insect?
THE FIRE-SCARRED Douglas fir snag at right,one of the Twin Towers, once served as nurseryfor hundreds of golden buprestid beetles.
Due to unacceptable sani-tary conditions at the Sports-man Campground, a citizensmilitia has installed Linksyswireless web cams. When and
if the motion detectors capturethe perps in action, the move-ment will be streamed andposted on the communityFacebook. (Index Times)
The Snohomish CountySheriff's helicopter was used torescue two men July 4 (2009).The two, described as in their20s, were climbing MountIndex when one of them felland injured a shin. (Sky ValleyChronicle)
Bonnie Vater found an in-jured bald eagle along thebanks of the Skykomish River.The injuries were so severe theeagle had to be euthanized.(Index Times)
The man who died afterfalling from a log was identi-fied as Vladimir Dmytriv, 50,of Des Moines, Washington.Dmytriv was crossing SilverCreek when he fell. (EverettHerald)
Alex Gibb and Peter Gottwill compete in the Nov. 3general election for a four-year term in Position 3 on theIndex Town Council. Neithercandidate responded to inter-view requests. Hello, youvereached this number and noones here, went the messageat the number Gott providedto the Snohomish County
Auditors Office. We will notreturn your call, so pleasedont leave a message at thebeep. Calls were not returnedat Gibbs number, either.(Everett Herald) [Gott won.]
September 26: The river isfull of spawning salmon.They're everywherethousands of them. The chan-terelles are out. I had a mush-room omelette this morning.Tonight it's a mushroom bur-ger and tomorrow I'll makesoup with the rest.(www.skyko.org)
The rap sheet
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The sun is shining,the river sparkles,the mountains call.Life is lived in theout-of-doors,and its light from4:30 a.m. to 9:30 p.m.
JONELLE discovers one of the joys of backroad travel. Above,a new sign direct from London greets walkers on Penny Lane.
FUN-SEEKERS(clockwise from left):
Bill approaches the crux
on the climb to the hut.
Yoshiko cools off in the
river off Emilys Park.
Dana gets in the mood
for the opening party at
Cantina Del Rio. Paul
takes in the view of Mount
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EASY LIVIN(Clockwise from left):
Fourth of July fireworks at
Emilys Park. A swallowtail
butterfly visits the Sweet Wil-
liam. Dana and Jordan pose
while Doug paddles past.
Rebecca tries some salmon-
berries. Emily opens another
birthday present. Carolyn
presents one of her fresh
blackberry pies. A curious
deer peeks into the bathroom. BILL HAS FUN picking in the wild apple t
DON AND STEVE set off on the first direcascent from Baring Hut to the Dark Towe
FIVE HARDY DUDES fixed the footbridge after building the Serpentine (at left, covered inmaple leaves). Left to right, they are Paul, Jim, Don, Brad, Jordan. Also on the Serpentinecrew were Jonelle, Dana, Lisa, Anya, Sarah, Emily, Rich, and Jennifer.
ANDY, on a visit from Berlin,shows he is at least as tough
as his old dad. Above, a rare
find near the Swirl: we think
its a seriously poisonous
fly agaric mushroom.
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BERLIN, Germany Often the grand
scheme logic of a new and foreign place is
unavailable, elusive, or overwhelming. Most
days it is like that for me in Berlin. The
sculpt and flow of a place, its reasoning, is
something that seeps into you over time; that
is how it was built and that is how an out-sider must come to know it: slowly. In the
mean time, here in Berlin, I find myself
drawn to the pedestrian details and the more
emphatic gestures that the city lets slide.
Since arriving here I have been fascinated
by the citys road construction projects. Not
sprawling feats of overpass engineering, but
simple, small-scale road repairs and sidewalk
building. They are distinctly unlike what we
are used to in the States, and present an in-
teresting counterpoint to an American think-
ing about city infrastructure, time, and topog-
raphy.
The difference in a nutshell is this: major
street paving here is asphalt, but all side-
walks, curbs, alleys and smaller byways are
still paved with stone. Light in color and
flecked with quartz like a rough granite, the
uncemented stones sit in a tight bed of sand,
packed in a meandering grid with thousands
of others of equal size and shape. This is
everywhere, not just in the tourist centers or
historic districts; its just how its done. The
stones are set solidly but can be unsettled by
hand (I have tried) and carried away. Curbs
are built from long rectangular blocks, hun-
dreds of kilos in weight, which are set end-to-
end the length of the block.
When you look closely at a street here, youlook directly onto the bare materials that give
it structure by virtue of their simple place-
ment and mass. Its an ancient and profound
technology that suggests, literally, the bed-
rock of the citys civilization.
Road works in progress are the real jewel
to me, in reading Berlin. For months at a
time, the street will be in a tumult of over-
lapping demolition and reconstruction, but
throughout this process the materials of
building sit in constant heaps like miniature
mountains or displaced earthwork sculptures:
stones cut into cubes in three or four sizes,
from ring box to hat box; sand in absurd
quantities; flat paving stones for the bike
lanes stacked into totems. In New York, no
one would think to leave these mounds on the
street without 24-hour supervision, they are
so clearly useful and valuable. But here, it is
as if the mound itself were the finished work;
they go untouched and largely ignored. In a
city that has seen so much building in the
The road works of BerlinSET IN STONE
By ANDY GRAYDON
SHANGHAI, China PaulWitzel reports: Shanghai isunder construction. I read thatthe government is spendingdouble what it spent on theOlympics to prepare for thisyears World Expo. A newsubway line just opened andothers are being expanded.Shanghai is always open forbusiness. Construction contin-ues 24/7 (union rates do notapply). Its breathtaking to seeglobalization up close.
Paul Witzel and his wife, Lisa(above), teach at the Shang-hai Community InternationalSchool. They and daughtersAnya and Sarah will be inIndex for the Fourth of July tovisit Lisas mom, Jonelle.
THE SMALLER byways of Berlin are still paved in stone, hand-set in sand.
last fifteen years, and so
much rubble in the past
fifty, these intrusions
are perhaps a special
category of invisible.The flow of yin and
yang in the cycle of
demolition and con-
struction are especially
clear here. In a city in
the States the old sur-
faces are torn out and
discarded to allow new
building. Here, they are
dismantled and put
From China, the Middle East,Europe and Mexico, our correspondentsreport back to Index, Washington
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back into a pile to be reused on the site, or
carted to a new location. There is no new
without the old. They are constantly handling
and sifting the past here, in a simple crystal-
ized form; the present is built from it. And
must be rebuilt again and again, up close
with a hand pick, from stones that have seen
past lives in other parts of the city in other
ages.For our two-year-old son Graham, who is
often my companion on morning bike trips,
these construction sites bear no weight of the
past but are a sheer delight. He squeals with
excitement after every dump truck, crane,
and pile of dirt, calling out their names in a
hazy combination of English and German.
For him the building sites are pure energy,
expansion, and kinetic pleasure, and he cant
get enough.
Andy Graydon, a sound and
video artist, lives in Berlin withhis wife, Henriette Huldisch, anart curator, and their son, Gra-
ham. Andy often escapes thebig city to visit his dad in Index.
MULEG, Baja California, Mexico Gary Bott of Index hands a bag of clothingto the wife of the fisherman Cristobal, near the house that Gary keeps in Muleg.Gary drove down from Index with a truck and trailer loaded with clothes, beddingand food from the people of Index for victims of last summers Hurricane Jimena.
By MATT GRAYDON
WINDOW ON JORDAN
The taxis of Amman
AMMAN, Jordan
The best way tosee this city is by taxi. For every group
of cars that passes by, there are guaran-
teed to be least two or three dusty
South Korean econoboxes painted incon-
sistent shades of yellow. Occasionally a
sparkling new Chevrolet or even a Mer-
cedes will roll pastavoid these at all
costs. Stepping inside one instantly
identifies you as a tourist (in other
words, a sucker).
Your best bet is to grab the grimiest,
grungiest cab aroundpreferably one
with tinny Koranic recitations blastingfrom a tape deck. Seatbelts are usually
used only when passing by police check-
points; otherwise, they hang by the
open window, collecting the days ex-
haust fumes, and cigarette ash. Every
morning, stepping into a cab wearing a
fresh button-down, I have to weigh my
desire for a clean shirt against my will
to live. After the first near-collision of
the day (usually during the no-look
merge back into traffic), the seatbelt
invariably wins.
Unless youre swashbuckling throughthe desert with the Bedouin, life in Jor-
dan can be on the slow side. Cynical
diplomats refer to the country as the
Hashemite Kingdom of Boredom. So, to
keep things lively, Ammanites like to
drive defensively. Or offensively, as
the case may be. Its common practice to
simply force ones way into a crowded
intersection, or to reverse on the free-
way if youve missed your exit. The po-
lice in their sparkling new Audi sedans
may yell at you on their loudspeakers,
but theyre unlikely to go beyond that.Thankfully the traffic is usually slow
enough to keep a drive entertaining
rather than terrifying. An average trip
in Amman will see a good chunk of time
spent idling in traffic. This is a good
opportunity to really see the demo-
graphic makeup of the city. Glance at
the license plates of the cars stacked up
around you. The majority will be Jorda-
nian, but the rest will be from a hodge-
podge of surrounding countries, some
near and some far. Saudi Arabia, on
Jordans southern border, is always well
represented, usually on the back of a
mammoth Range Rover or Land
Cruiser. The same goes for the flashy
emirate of Dubai and its island cousin
Qatar.
Every so often a fresh license plate
will crop up from neighboring Iraq, a
subtle reminder of Jordans unique posi-
tion in this complex and often troubled
part of the world. Youll also see visitors
from Jordans other restless neighbors,
Israel-Palestine and Syria.
Sitting in traffic surrounded by men
and women from all over the region,
some in sharp business suits and some
wearing crisp white dishdashas or sleek
black abayas, the concept of Amman
begins to make sense. The city stead-fastly remains a neutral ground, a calm
core floating in a tumultuous sea.
Matt Graydon works inAmman, Jordan, for theIraq mission of the Inter-
national Organization forMigration, which aids
displaced families. He isno stranger to Index,
where an uncle lives atthe end of Avenue A.
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prepared for the county council. Then thestate and the feds get into the act. An esti-
mate on a starting time for the job is 2012 or
2013. (Look for ribbon-cutting on November
6, 2016, tenth anniversary of the flood.)
SHUSH THE TRAIN
I got a rude introduction to the local trains
when I lived on Index Avenue for several
months, a short distance from the tracks.
Every night I was blasted awake by a whistle
whenever the train went rattling through
town. What a relief when I moved into mynew house at the east end of Avenue A, out of
reach of most of the noise.
From his home on the other end of Avenue
A just a few houses from the tracks, Bill
Cross gets a daily ration of railroad racket.
He took a stab at finding a way to stop the
whistles when he was a town councilman in
2000, but the effort went nowhere.
Since then the federal government has set
up a procedure for declaring quiet zones. If an
area meets certain safety requirements for
signals at crossings, the whistles are silenced.
You can check out the details from theFederal Railroad Administrations website at
www.fra.dot.gov/pages/1318.shtml.
David Meier, who lives next to the railroad
crossing, says he has pretty much gotten
used to the trains. However, he adds, in a
parallel universe there would be no trains.
RE-OPEN FOREST ROAD 62
Hikers and climbers will again have access
to the Mount Persis trailhead beginning in
mid-July. Thats when a one-year emergency
closure of Forest Road 62 expires.Mountaineers have used the publicly man-
aged road for decades to reach the trailhead,
for the summit trek that crosses a section of
Longview Fibre property before entering For-
est Service land.
The Forest Service approved the closure
after Longview Fibre complained of dumping,
vandalism and illegal shooting along the road
that runs through the companys timberland.
Longview hoped to extend the closure, but
Peter Forbes, the acting Skykomish District
Ranger, says the company would have to go
through a full process of public and environ-
mental reviews.
The emergency closure expires July 16.
Steve Tift of Longview Fibre says the com-
pany will reopen the gate and basically hope
for the best. If problems recur he may ask for
another closure. Forbes and Tift ask visitors
to report problems they see along the road to:
Skykomish Ranger Station 360-677-2414Longview Fibre 360-770-1199County Sheriff 425-388-3393
Road 62 heads south from US 2 two miles
west of the turnoff to Index. The Persis trail-
head (unmarked) is 5 miles from US 2 (stay
left at both of the two principal Ys).
A very rough, informal trail gains 2700
feet in about 3 miles, traveling through forest
and meadowland to a broad summit with
views out toward an infinity of mountains
and down to the town of Index. With good
binoculars you can watch folks coming and
going from the Index General Store.
CHEER THE COFFEEHOUSE
Its the towns good fortune that the
Corson family bought the closed Index Tav-
ern a few years ago and turned it into the
Outdoor Adventure Center. The latest good
news is that they have opened a coffeeshop in
the building the first and only one in our
tiny village.
For the moment its more like an indoor
espresso stand. Good coffee, muffins and soft
drinks, no food service. But what a setting.The building is on the river next to the Index
bridge. Inside, tables sit on the beautifully
refinished wood floor of the old tavern, next
to a long, handsome bar backed by a river-
rock wall. Its roomy and inviting, a perfect
meeting place for the community. Wi-fi too.
The coffeeshop is open 8-4 every day.
BUY THE CLIMBING WALL
It looks like Washington rock climbers are
on target to raise enough money to buy the
lower Index Town Wall from a private owner.The Washington Climbers Coalition is trying
to find $300,000 to buy the world-famous
rock climbing wall and surrounding crags.
The coalition says more than half the goal
has been reached. If all goes well, the prop-
erty will eventually be given to Forks of the
Sky State Park, which already owns the
neighboring upper Town Wall.
Planners hope to name the new climbing
park for Stimson Bullitt, a widely admired
broadcast executive and urban developer who
was an avid rock climber well into his 80s.
FROM PAGE ONE
Index meanderstoward the future
THE INDEXclimbing parkmay be named for StimsonBullitt, here at age 83.
CliffLeightphotointheSeattleTimes
KATHY CORSONserves upthe goodness at the Out-door Adventure coffeeshop.
skyvalleychronicle.com
THESUMMITof Mount Persiswill see more visitors whenRoad 62 reopens in July.
GOODTRY, but this Jeepswamped on Index-GalenaRoad on Feb. 25 of this year.
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SPRING 2010 11
The glow is off the hike to the Hey-
brook Lookout now that trees havegrown higher than the lookout itself,stealing the view. And in any case thelookout on top of its five-story tower islocked to visitors.
But wait! Theres now a way to as-cend the Heybrook Ridge trail and stillfind a commanding view of Mount In-dex and the Skykomish River Valley.
To take this adventurous little hike,begin at the trailhead for the HeybrookLookout, on the north side of U.S. 2,1.8 miles east of the turnoff to Index.(Get a Forest Service parking permit at
the Index General Store or on the wayto the trailhead at the Espresso Chaleton US 2. $5 daily, $30 annual.)
Ascend the well-used track throughrich forest, sounds of the highway dyingaway as you tramp upward. Stay on thetrail for about three-quarters of a mile,gaining 600 feet elevation from thetrailhead.
At this point the trail makes a sharp-right switchback to avoid a low cliffyband. Walk another hundred yards,keeping an eagle eye on the left for theroad sign that tells you its time to
leave the trail: a triangle of three 3-foot-long logs lying on the ground.
(Alternate takeoff point from the
main trail in case someone moves thetriangle logs: again, about 100 yardsup the trail from the switchback turn,find a flat rock that intrudes into the
trail. The rock is about 4 feet in diame-ter and a foot and a half high, with thecorner in the trail pointing directly northinto the woods.)
Now it gets fun. Set your compass todue north (you did bring your compassdidnt you?) and march assuredly intothe forest for a few minutes and up thenearby hill until you hit a wide, flatbench below a ridge. Turn left andwalk northwest for 5 minutes or so untilyou come out into the open at a clear-cut swath under power lines.
Continue along the edge of the
clearcut for a couple more minutes untithe terrain rises up on your left. Scram-ble up a steep little 20-foot-high knolland re-enter the forest on a hillside,now traveling southwest. From here itsjust a mild bash to the top of the hilland a few steps down to the viewpoint,for a total elevation gain from the carof less than 800 feet.
Youll know the viewpoint when yousee it. The forest opens up, cushionymoss covers the ground, and beforeyou in rich blues and greens lie forests,waterfalls, peaks and river. Modest-size
pine trees adorn the site. The terracedrock is perfect for lunching and nap-ping. Be kind to the fragile moss.
Youre now enjoying the new im-proved Heybrook lookout, courtesy ofthe hard work of Bob Hubbard, whofigured out the route and marked itsstart with the triangle of logs. He alsoflagged the way with blue surveyorstape, but Bob is so determined to notlitter the wilderness that its unlikelyyoull find any of his discreetly placedribbons. No matter, youll find the way.
Bullitt died last year at the age of 89.
Even if you dont climb, its fun to watch
the monkeys at play on the wall. To get there,
just drive over the railroad tracks by the
Bush House and head west out of town on
Reiter Road (Avenue A becomes Reiter Road)
for six-tenths of a mile. Look for a rutted little
hidden-away parking lot on the right. Park,
walk across the tracks, and look up. Yourestaring at the lower Town Wall.
BRING BROADBAND TO INDEX
Town council member Karen Sample has
been looking into the possibilities of high-
speed Internet for Index, without a lot of luck
so far. Meanwhile, townsfolk continue to fall
asleep at their computers while waiting for
Internet sites to load.
One possible solution is to run a Verizon
T1 broadband phone line to an antenna tower
in town and charge users a monthly fee for awireless hookup. But the setup might cost
$10,000 or more and Verizon wont do it, even
though it could recover its money through
subscriber fees. And the town of Index seems
legally constrained from setting up a public
system on its own.
So heres what we have: Verizon couldnt
care less about Index. The company has no
plans to run fiber optic cables for universal
broadband. We cant get it through cable TV
since the town has none. Satellite broadband
is expensive and slow. The charge for a T1
line to an individual house would run hun-dreds of dollars a month.
Im falling asleep at my computer just
thinking about it . . . .
DEVELOP A COUNTY PARK
The Heybrook Ridge county park is moving
toward reality. A full-scale survey of the
property just across the river from Index is
now underway to pin down boundaries before
trail work and other development begins.
Citizen action in 2008 raised enough funds
to buy the 129-acre tract and save it fromlogging. Snohomish County put up half the
money and is taking it on as a county park,
but you and I are still expected to pay for and
carry out much of the work. Friends of Hey-
brook Ridge (heybrookridge.org) is putting up
something like $25,000 for the survey.
Among hopes for the future: trails within
the forested north side of the ridge, a meadow
area on the south side with permanent moun-
tain views, an easement to connect the park
with Index-Galena Road.
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How to find
the best view on
Heybrook Ridge
THE SHORT cross-country route to thenew Heybrook Ridge viewpoint takesoff from the old trail. Round trip fromthe trailhead is only about 2 miles.
JONELLE SNOOZES away on mossyrock at the new Heybrook viewpoint,Mount Persis in the background.
Mapadaptedfrom
55HikesaroundStevensPass
(TheMountaineersBooks)
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GRAYDON RESERVEPO BOX 166
INDEX WA 98256
On the forest floor in
Rosebud Meadow, visitors
to the Reserve encounter a
large spiral of river rockset in a bed of moss. Af-
ter five years the spiral
almost looks like it
grew there, but Im
afraid it wasnt that easy.
Over a period of time, Jonelle and I
collected dozens of round, flat river
rocks, anywhere from an inch to a foot
and a half in diameter. We ended up
with piles of them down at Emilys
Park.
I hired a young man named
Henry to grunt the rocks into a
wheelbarrow, then into my truck
for a ride up Penny Lane, then
again by wheelbarrow to the build-
ing site in the meadow named in
memory of Jonelles mother,
Rosella Kruse. There I dug out a
flat 15-foot-diameter circle and filled it
with a couple inches of gravel topped with an
inch or so of sand. Now for the rocks.
Jonelle was the artist who started the de-
sign, placing tiny rocks that spiraled round
and round from the center, each rock a bit
larger than the last. After eight loops we
ended the design with a row of large rocksthat trailed off into the woods. Then I pre-
cisely dug each rock into the gravel and sand,
setting it level with its neighbors.
We called it a spiral. Our granddaughter
Sarah, at age 5, chose to call it a swirl. So the
Secrets ofthe Swirl
Swirl it became. We filled the spaces
between rocks with red cedar bark
from dead stumps and logs in the
woods. Later we planted moss in thespaces. The Swirl today is set in moss
with an outer ring of red bark. And each
year when the maple leaves fall, I dress up
the Swirl with a necklace of autumn leaves.
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Startwithafewriverrocks..
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....andsomemore....
....thenplantwi
thmoss,andgarn
withacollarofce
darbark.