By Diana Carson-Walker
Originally published on Medium
It’s a beautiful day in mid-May. Rare for the Pacific Northwest, and my boyfriend, John, and I are driving northbound on I-5. We have a picnic planned, a romantic get-away for us seventeen-year-olds. As we drive, we keep seeing people gathered along the shoulder of the highway, trying to get a glimpse of The Mountain…(read full article for free on Medium)