The day began in the bowels of an abandoned military bunker, a relic of forgotten wars. He emerged from the shadows, a lone figure silhouetted against the peak, his zero drop trail runners glided across damp moss and gnarled spruce and fir trees, shrouded in low-hanging clouds that seemed to grasp at him, threatening to […]
Author: cleanshave
Cannon Beach to Tillamook Head
I Love the Oregon Coast! Even the road walk is scenic! Then you climb up from Haystack Rock and the beach, to the treeline, past Ecola Point to trek the Clatsop Loop Trail to the hiker camp on the way to Seaside. Lewis and Clark hated this hike, but this is one of my favorite […]
From Bend to Cannon Beach
From Bend to Portland, for Clyde’s and to hang out with the cool kids, then out to the coast. No plan, no place to stay, but the sunset was amazing so why not just stay on the beach for the night? #OCT #wandering
Time to Move On
Had a great time with family, floated the river almost every day, and ate way too much. But it’s time to head on up the road to see what there is to see. #goodtimes #greatpeople #ontheroadagain
New Tattoo!
New Tattoo!
Paulina Lake Hike
Great day hiking with family #Oregon #waterfalls
Umpqua National Forest
My train out of San Francisco was cancelled, but I went anyway, hoping for Amtrak to comp a hotel room for the night. They got the train running and I was able to get a great nights sleep in the Oregon forest, despite the mosquitoes. How’s my hair? #Oregon #wandering
San Francisco to Oregon
Time to go find some wilderness #wandering
The Math of Forgiveness
With a gentle pull, he drew in a measured puff from the corn cob pipe, pondering the enigmatic math that lay behind forgiveness. Contemplating the phenomenon of amplified and exponential growth within the intricate web of human connections. Just as minuscule alterations in initial conditions could herald monumental consequences in complex systems, forgiveness held the […]
Wandering San Francisco
Amidst the concrete canyons of San Francisco, the homeless, burdened by the weight of societal neglect, no longer huddle in the dimly lit corners of the city’s streets. They are everywhere. In their hands, a fragile lifeline appears—a syringe, a pipe, a momentary escape from the relentless onslaught of their inner turmoil. Their eyes, once […]