I would like to dedicate this work firstly to my mother, Brandi, for always being the one who held everything together and for taking on the world for us growing up. I owe all my strength to you. You were also the one who encouraged me to go down this path and complete this book. You made me believe in myself when you didn't think you could go on another day. Thank you for giving me a way to see.
To my grandmother Margaret for always being my best friend, my second mother, and my partner in crime. Your wisdom and love has deepened my life and spirit more than you will ever know.
To my late grandfather Eugene for always being the highest point, in my mind, of mountain faith. You had your battles, but you won out in the end. Must run in the family. Although today we would have differing views on things, I hope I've made you proud in some way.
To my late great-grandmother Lois thank you for showing me to always look for the top of the mountain, no matter how low the valley I'm in may be. I will always cherish your memory.
To my late grandfather John Critchton who sadly did not get to see my first publication through. Thank you for instilling in me some of the sense it takes to get through this world and the humor to go along with it.
To my partner, Torrey. You've been by my side through more things than most people can stand for. You've seen me at my worst and my best, and always loved and supported me either way in everything I do. I cherish you for that.
And lastly, to all our ancestors, known and unknown, who depended on this mountain work and medicine to survive. Your trials and troubles are seen, you are understood, and you are remembered.