March 2018
We drove up logging roads on the Van Zandt dike, based in the foothills of the North Cascades, Washington. Several turns seemed to lead nowhere. When we reached a dead end, Geoff turned off the car.
“The trailhead is right over there,” he said. It was barely noticeable, overgrown and tight with new growth trees. We slung on our packs and ducked under low-hanging branches to begin our march through the underbrush. I contemplated what it means to be a scientist and how people come up with these ideas.
Geoff Mallick graduated with his masters in geology from WWU in…
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