It was recently my birthday — well, within the last few weeks, which counts as recent with how little I’ve been writing here lately;) — and with my birthday comes a years-long ritual. (no, the ritual has nothing to do with eating huckleberries, though that is a definitely Pacific …
The city of Sisters, OR is not particularly close to Portland, especially for someone with no car, yet somehow I find myself there on my bike an awful lot. Perhaps because it’s just on the other side of McKenzie Pass (definitely my favorite way over the Cascade mountains), but …
It is a fundamental axiom of stasia-hood that if left to my own scheduling devices, I would like to be as efficient as possible. That is, cram all the work (i.e. all the time I need to be in Portland) into a specific amount of time, and cram all the …
Sometimes, when you make a plan to go somewhere exciting, the roads are too scary (Highway 26 on a sunny Memorial Day weekend, I’m looking at you), or the alternate roads too nonexistent (logging roads privatized or closed since my map was printed, I’m looking at you, too). Or maybe …
