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The Oregon Hotel is old, rickety and delightful, and in the geographic center of Oregon, in the smallish town of Mitchell.
Weather has me holed up here - snowstorms east, rain west - a good night's sleep eludes me. The reason, some drunk hunter in 2C is blaring his television, his violent snores wafting between pauses in the television sound.
I look for a way to fall asleep, so I turn on the television set. The Hills Have Eyes is playing. It's 2:31 A.M., and I am being entertained by the gruesome death of a family being eaten and tortured in the New Mexico desert.
But when the movie is over, I can still hear the snores and the sounds. I try to duplicate the strange sound coming from the room above on the television set in my room, but no channel exists.
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 The Painted Hills, Oregon |
The Barnacles of Kalaloch
This narrative explores the role of that ancient animal, the barnacle in the tidepool waters of Kalaloch beach on the Olympic Peninsula.
The Artist and the Whale Hunter of Neah Bay
forever shrouded in a thick fog and a light drizzle, as if from a plane you could never know it was there.
Bluegrass in Cascadia: Portland, Oregon
An adventure through Portland and its rapidly changing view of itself and the outside world.
The Umpqua Dunes Genesis
Part III of the Oregon Testament. My attempts to learn about Oregon's native prehistory begins with an explosion, and some success. We discuss the origins of Native Americans in Oregon, and why the coast is the perfect place to begin this project.
Foraging Nehalem Valley
Part IV of the Oregon Testament. Glowing Mushrooms, deer-meat, stone and a Portland underworld creating a world based on old ways.
River Civilization: Columbia Valley, Oregon
Part V of the Oregon Testament. Caged bears, salmon spears, and very old poo.
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