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October 15, 2019
Autumn in Oregon, when the trees and sasquatch are in full color
October 10, 2019
Dances with the wuffs
This is how I determine where I will NOT be hiking. As a woman who travels light and solo I have to be careful of wolves–whether they’re hairy, dangerous beasts stalking me in the night or the four-legged kind.
They spotted four new pups this year close to, but thankfully out of, my hiking jurisdiction. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they’re good for the environment…manage wildlife…deer control…chewing on my leg…scared of humans…ruptured artery…lovely howls in the night…dismemberment…..
I’ll stick to whale watching, thanks.
October 6, 2019
Living the Good Life
got a lot of admiration for this guy . . .
‘Dan Price, a former photojournalist from Kentucky, gave up his successful career to live in a dugout on the side of a hill in rural Oregon. He’s been living there for over 20 years and has no interest in going back to his old life‘
September 9, 2019
Petrichor
/ˈpeˌtrīkôr/
noun
1. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
2. the single most exciting aroma a desperate Portlander can inhale after two months of chapped ass and scorched earth.
September 4, 2019
One-Liner Wednesday — #33
“The entire Pacific Northwest, everyone’s dressed like there could be an impromptu hike at a moment’s notice. ‘Well, I’m going for a coffee but you never know when a hike might break out.'”
— Jim Gaffigan
July 15, 2019
If Portland turns into Hollywood, I’m gonna have to move
July 8, 2019
Mad Hatters in the Wild: Larch Mountain’s Sherrard Point
If you hike to the top of one of Portland, Oregon’s, closest volcanic plugs at sunset, you can often spot indigenous Millennials gathering for courtship rituals called Selfies at the edge of 100-foot precipices. WARNING: Do not feed.
July 2, 2019
If you Live in Oregon . . .
May 28, 2019
Mad Hatters in the Wild: Vellela vellela
Hundreds of thousands of glassy blue jellyfish were strewn across drizzly, post-storm Arcadia Beach.
April 15, 2019
Our Tilly ain’t aging well
All these years and I never knew it was in such a state of disrepair, it always looks quietly majestic in my landscape photos.
It sits so far off our most popular beach that it’d take an extremely powerful scope to properly behold it in all it’s unglory, proof once again that a soft focus favors all ladies.
