1. Along the logging road around back the Column, past the industrial conrete manhole portal covered in flourescent green fungi is the watering hole for the dog. It’s at the perfect halfway point for the dogs and couldnt possible be placed better.
2. Chesimet Kemboi. The long distance Kenyan Runner who coaches the Astoria High [...]
On hallucinatory mornings when Saddle Mountain doesnt quite exist in reality, there is little but to draw the covers higher and make sure one is warm and cuddled.
Something you start getting used to about living here is that Astoria, in one way or another, is the end of the line or the beginning. For some people, it’s as far away as you can get and still be semi-warm if somewhat wet, but as far away from their beginnings as they can [...]
(a post from a while ago)
Rainy wind gusts of up to 50 miles/hour mean that even in a one story house, I can feel the building rock gently and the rat-a-tat-tat of water on window.
1. It means that even Nigel who is indestructable and needing to pee and poo will screech to a halt at [...]
I have started hiking/”jogging” with the dog.
The long rains have started and so everything outdoors will be cooly wet for months to come. The hikes at night are becoming extremely and intensely small experiences with space, ie the complete and utter lack of the space you can see except for the 5-6 feet ahead [...]
