Lopez Island is a quiet place, not far from the bustle of western Washington. It is both spiritually and physically removed from traffic jams, shopping malls, and speed. When we came here, only five numbers were needed to make a local phone call, and even now, we do not have a traffic light. Suits and ties are not worn here, neither are heels or any other impractical garments. In addition, nearly everyone owns a chainsaw. One can catch the Anacortes ferry, ride for forty-five minutes, and arrive, as if by magic, in a very different and simpler time.