When I worked for Cascadia Wildlands, one of our sponsors was Pacific Tree Climbing Institute. They took groups out to climb Douglas Fir trees and gave adventurers an education in ecology. It’s a super cool company, and I was pretty lucky to partake in the tree climbing. Here you see me rappelling from a 150 foot Doug Fir, and you can see above my head the tree boats we slept in. I got to bring my friend Kathryn along, which was really neat because we got to stay up talking in the tree boat all night. I will admit, climbing the tree was a bit scarier than descending!
Summer 2008 – I so don’t remember the name of this lake or even the town it was in. But I rode on the back of my friend’s dirtbike with a backpack full of PBR and a bathing suit. That’s all you need for a last minute adventure, right? It was so awesome watching the sun set over the lake and feeling the Northwest evening air turn chilly. I wore a yellow hoody that turned brown from exposure and bugs. There was no room for disappointment over material things.
One of many waterfalls in the Rogue River Valley. This day I hit up 3 or 4 on the way to and from Crater Lake National Park. This part of Southern Oregon is GORGEOUS!
August, 2008 – Indian Paintbrush in the foreground, South Sister in the background. My first 20 mile overnight backpacking trip. Thank the gods I was with a geologer/experienced navigator. In addition to keeping us on course when no trail existed, she introduced me to the importance of triscuits and string cheese AND whiskey when backpacking in the Cascades. Shout out to you Kathryn Watts! xo!
Bolt Bus 2 Eugene:Music: Beirut
I wonder how many travelers get asked, “What are you running away from?” Whether in jest or posed in sincerity, it seems like a lot of people who ask this question think if a person is having adventures they must also have storage units full of skeletons and overdue payments in some far away town, or arrest warrants in several states, or scary demons deep inside, all chasing the weary wandering avoidant hobo over the world in search of a good hideout! Continue reading What are You Running Away From?
Oblique Coffee House SE Portland, Oreogn: Music – Lana del Ray
I want to write about how cool of a time I’m having in PDX since arriving yesterday afternoon, but I know I ‘need’ to write about some things more personally urgent (but may not want on the blog). For example, I need to really hash out what I believe in. I need to practice getting a little deeper in my writing, perhaps so that I might be more articulate in spoken word/conversations with others about the status of the world and what we can do to change things. I’ll do that writing separately though and then evaluate it’s relevance to RoamandWrite. Because it’s coming up as I roam, it’s appropriate, however sometimes we just need to write for ourselves. I feel like I’m ready to level up in my written presentation. My writer identity is ready to come forth, to break through the surface and superficial and keep my thoughts penetrating. I tend to stop when I hit a block. Continue reading Portland
Sitting on my pack duffel at a greyhound stop, next destination: Portland, Oregon. The past week has gone by so quickly, I’m so exhausted and have had a thousand emotional surges, peaks and valleys. Fear, excitement, anticipation, bliss, and so on as a new little one has come into my life and my friend has become a mother. I’ve joined a community that, even though I’ll never live in close physical proximity to, will be part of me for the rest of my life. I discovered a new town, connected with new people, reconnected with others, eaten veggies picked the same day, slept in a yurt and in an old house with an invisibility spell on it, I ate Tres Leches cake on Dia de los Muertos , Continue reading The Dalles, Oregon – 201 Federal Way