At some point earlier this year, a younger version of me signed myself up for a trail half marathon in Silver Falls State Park, and then promptly forgot about it. So when I got back from Eastern Oregon and Idaho in September and got an email about day-of race information,…
So, Portland has this awesome park, a park that is over 5100 acres, a park with a running/hiking trail that’s 27 miles long, a park crisscrossed by more than seventy miles of other trails, a park that, in parts, still feels like wilderness. That park, of course, is Forest Park.…
‘Tis the season. The season of the monsoon downpour that inevitably starts the second you hit the road. The season of short-lived sunshine that sneaks out of nowhere only to be unobtrusively swallowed by more clouds and rain. The season of gloves, both dry and wring-out wet. The season that,…
Somewhere along the line of America’s social development, darkness became synonymous with danger. I don’t mean skin color, though one could certainly draw similar and similarly unfair comparisons. I mean places that are unlit. Places where you can’t see. Places sans streetlight. I think about this often when I bike…