event report


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Snowboarding and bike stuff, of course! Hit the mountain on monday and today (wed). Conditions were spring-like, meaning sunny warm and soft fast white stuff. The terrain park is finally in prime condition after some base-building and then a few dumps. snowboardjump.jpg

See how happy not working can make even the most cynical pessimest.

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You can read about some bike stuff I did on tuesday night on my bike blog (the link is on the side of the page).

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Not very interesting photos I know, but it was sleeting and the camera could only taken out for a few brief moments.

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This picture of the terrain park shows the largest jump but as you can see they just don’t work without a human in the frame for reference.

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Overall it was a disappointing day due to the weather. The rain/sleet mix made everything wet and slippery but at the same time the snow was slushy and slow. It was hard to build up enough speed for the jumps and the rails were too slippery.

The cabal that has hijacked my time “suggested” that I do something. I have a weakness for free stuff especially but not limited to food. So I saddled up and went for a ride around the city.

The tugboat brewing co serves one mighty fine porter.

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It’s like a meal in a glass.

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Books lining the walls give the impression of a professor’s study.

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This is pioneer courthouse square. They call it portland’s living room. Kind of sad with the “nondenominational holiday tree” all stripped of lights and most it’s branches.

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Which way now?

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Over the burnside bridge for a free show at the doug fir. The band’s name was southerly and the lead singer kept complaining that he had to play that show because he wanted to go see some other band that was playing that night. The doug fir is a futuristic log cabin and it is up for an award for best live music venue of the year.

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The doug fir is part of a big complex that includes the jupiter hotel and KBOO radio. I heard awhile ago that one of bush’s spawn (jenna I think) stayed here when she was in town. Since the fir is a smoke free environment they built a patio in the parking lot and made a little living room outside complete with a fire pit.

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And while crossing the bridge I thought I would share with you an iconic portland symbol.

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On friday I had to wake up at ~6am and go into work early, even though I had taken the day off, and it took longer than expected. This in turn pushed back the errands I had to run before hitting the road. Oh yeah so then it was across downtown in rush hour traffic to get to AAA and get car insurance because mine was expiring that day. you may be wondering what does this have to do with the camping trip. Patience, it is all part of an intricate tapestry of events.
One of the great parts of living in portland is that it is a burden to have a vehicle. I spend on average $3K a year in repair costs on my car and I drive so very little that I only get liability protection to save some money.

Enough of the boring intro lets talk about camping. Needless to say I arrived at the trail-head after dark. Normally this wouldn’t be a cause for concern but at this particular trail-head there are two parking lots. The better lot is farther away from the trail but to save time I used the closer one. It was a nice night, not to cold and the moon was out.

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We hiked ~5 miles in and set up camp. I got a fire going from soaking wet wood and moss.

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The gear was holding up it’s end and kept me warm and comfortable all night. I have just one word for anyone who cares, “icebreaker“. Look it up HERE to get it on sale.

The next morning mack and I emerged from the tent well rested and ready for a nice hike after breakfast.

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I don’t want to bore you with lots of pictures of trees and creeks and stuff but my camera is quite demanding when it comes to use. If I even pass up one thing on the trail that is even remotely photo worthy I have to hear about it for the next half-hour.

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I don’t know where this came but I didn’t trip over it the night before when I was hiking in the dark.

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Yes, here is the obligatory waterfall picture.img_0566.jpg

These photos were taken on the way back down to the parking lot. I wanted to move my car to the other lot where I thought it would be safer.

When mack and I reached the lot surprise surprise my car had been broken into. Unfortunately for the thieves I am poor and don’t have anything worth stealing. They got my cell phone (brand new only 2 weeks old) and my keys (why the hell do you steal someones keys). They also broke into the luggage box on top of the car and stole my spikes spider

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which are the only way I can make it up the mountain to go snowboarding. These puppies retail for over$300 smackers but I scored them off craigslist for $90. If you click on these thumbnails you can see the carnage in all its’ glory.
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So now I was faced with the dilemma of leaving my windowless car alone while I hike back up 5 miles to camp pack up my stuff and then hike back down. That’s pretty much all I could do. I guess the worst part was driving home in the middle of winter with no driver-side window sitting on glass. And if you were paying attention to the beginning of the story you would recall I only have liability which of course does not cover theft and break-ins.

Happy F#*king New Year bitches.

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Today, my ONE day off work, my supposed good friend mack, wakes me up early and drags me on a “forced death-march” in the cold, wet, muddy, icy columbia river gorge.

 

 

He told me the name of this waterfall “wahkeena” or something and it meant “most beautiful” in the yakima language, “whatever”. I could be sitting at home eating a burrito or something and watching samurai movies. It was a long waterfall looked about 242 ft from top to bottom.

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Another damn waterfall! Where is all this water coming from? They’re loud and wet, big deal. I mean it’s just a huge outdoor shower. Mack makes me stop for a while at every one so he can stare at them. What a weirdo.

 

 

I can’t understand what he sees in this stuff. I work all week long to have a place with stuff to do in it and the second I have time to relax he wants to go hike 10.7 miles from wahkeena falls to devils rest by way of angels rest. I hate my life.

 

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Why can’t I just stay home and look at a screen like a normal person. No! My dog insists I follow him up a 2,340 ft elevation gain and I let him push me around because I have no spine.

 

 

I tried to at least stop and take a picture of the columbia river but mack was like, ” come on, hurry up, let’s go”.

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I was praying he would slip on the ice and I would finally be rid of him. I quickly stuffed some carrots in my mouth while the “hiking nazi” mack wasn’t looking.

 

 

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finally we’re back at the first one! Time to go home eat, get in bed and watch a movie like a civilized being. Why do I let him do these things to me.What a watse of a day, thank you very much mutt.

I realize that this image is a bit crappy but I’m at work and it’s 10:30 on a Fri night. So I grabbed it off google images and doctored it up on photoshop to show Dad’s route from portland to St. Louis. Click on the image to make it a bit more decipherable. Google maps says it is 2,044 mi but the route they pick goes through Wyoming and Nebraska so I am guessing this route is more like ~2,400 or so. I could crunch some numbers here but I really don’t have time so I will simply report what information I have. My Dad left portland on thurs morning Dec 14 at ~10:30am StL time and just called me at ~9:30 StL time on Fri Dec 15. He says that is about 35 hours! I have made the trip from the west coast to StL on several occasions and can attest to the miraculousness of such a pace. Oh and it must, must, absolutely must, be mentioned that this extraordinary feat of logistical triumph was accomplished in nothing less than a 1991 SAAB soft-top convertible with broken heated leather seats, and listen to this, NO RADIO or TAPE or CD PLAYER. How, might you ask, is it possible to cover close to 2,500 miles with nothing but ones thoughts and the hum of the engine to pierce the monotony of the Colorado, Kansas and Misery (Missouri) plains. Well I cannot answer that. You must seek out that elusive and zen-like human (if in fact human is what he is) and ask him for yourself.

I’m not going to go into too much detail, but let’s just suffice it to say that everyone whom became involved with my Dad’s trip to portland had an amazing time. We braved the “extreme for portland” conditions as best we could and got in some quality outdoors time but I took every opportunity to mention how much better the next time he comes will be in IN THE SPRING.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We took a hike in the Columbia River Gorge Past Horsetail falls, behind Ponytail falls, across the Oneonta Gorge and up to Triple falls.

We got back to the car just as it began to rain, perfect timing or careful planning?

A quick run down of our itinerary might look something like this: Beer at Lauralwood, Pizza at Last Thursday, Pool at Roadside Attraction, Mcmenamins (various locations; Edgefield, Kennedy School, Blue Moon, ect.), Snowboarding at Skibowl, Holiday Bike Drive at Legacy Emanuel, Claire’s pool tournament, Walks in Forest Park, Long bike ride around the entire eastside of Portland, Movies Movies Movies, Saturday Farmers Market, Portland Saturday Market, Bikecraft at City Hall, Tugboat brewery, OHSU holiday party. I am probably leaving some important things out but to see the pictures click on the my pictures link to the right.

It was good to see you finally Dad and we will all miss you, just remember you can leave STL at 7am and get to PDX by 10:30am by plane and it costs less than driving.