How we handle the disposition of our body is a choice best made while we are alive and not left as a burden for others to grapple with in the midst of the grief of loss . . . the last act of yours on Earth.
The best way to get a feel for this place is to make an appointment to come pay us a visit, and there are plenty of places to enjoy along the way – including wine tasting opportunities, the Goldendale Observatory, Maryhill Museum, Mount Adams, and the Columbia River Gorge towns of Hood River, Bingen, & White Salmon. Visit the Gorge Owned, or GO! directory for information to inspire your trip.
We’ve compiled some ideas to help you plan for your visit to White Eagle at Ekone Ranch. Please visit our Directions Page for more information about places to stay and eat while you are in the area.
Hwy 97 on the Washington side, looking West down the Columbia Gorge
Our ongoing thinning and ecological forestry operation on some parts of the Sacred Earth Foundation land is providing BioMass materials for graves, and also boards for Bob’s casket making. We completed the tool and storage shed and are making improvements to the parking area by the entrance arch. Coming soon: informational kiosk!
Conservation burial is growing momentum as more people acknowledge a longing to return to the earth when they pass, and we are excited to help foster a more natural way of laying loved ones to rest. We are pleased to be a part of the newly-formed Conservation Burial Alliance, comprised of the 9 conservation burial grounds in the United States.
Also, we’re looking for a bomb-proof horse who likes people (Toneka, pictured here, not so fond of strangers…) to be our burial horse – know any sweethearts who’d like to come live at the Ranch? Longtime friend of Ekone, Jack Fee, pictured here, can help train them to cart.
No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
those lives and deaths
that have belonged to you.
You have become a sort of grave
containing much that was
and is no more in time, beloved
then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
standing over the grave.
Now more than ever you can be
generous toward each day
that comes, young, to disappear
forever, and yet remain
unaging in the mind.
Every day you have less reason
not to give yourself away.
~ Wendell Berry ~