Where to write a story?

I always envisioned that if I had a house overlooking the ocean, I would be a competent writer. The Pacific Ocean has always brought out my creative side. The vastness of the ocean, its power, age and beauty—the secrets that lie at its depths. Its jellyfishes, sharks and undertow frighten me. Tossing a baseball, Frisbee or football on its beaches makes me smile from ear to ear. Watching, feeling or hearing the rain pour down starts my imagination.

My mind drifts to the past. History I wish I knew, but don’t. Lewis and Clark holed up in a fort for an entire, miserable winter of rainy days—second-guessing why they ever undertook their journey in the first place. Leaving the Northwest early, risking their lives in the snowy mountains instead of spending another day in the torrential downpour of the Willamette Valley.

What did the natives think of Lewis and Clark? What did they think of the French, Russian and Spanish fur traders before Lewis and Clark? If not for the help of the Natives, Lewis and Clark would have never returned home, how terribly ironic the Native’s fate became.

If I were born a Native American Indian, what would my prejudices be? Probably nothing, until I learned the history. What if history were kept secret? If history was only known by a select few seers, would the general population be racist? Would long-standing, archaic traditions stick around?

(tbc)