Hike 3 of 52. We wanted to get in a hike today while it was 50*, since tomorrow will only be 30*. ❄️ Boys has a great time doing parkour along the creek. There may have been a few dirty boys by the end of the hike. All 3 boys made it across this fallen tree, but the oldest was too fast for me to get a picture. 🍂🌲🍁
The last 9 months lined up superbly. I got a rockin' job and met a new family, of which I became a part. I couldn't be more thankful. I love you all, you crazy morons. Life won't be the same without the crew. I feel like I speak for the crew itself, given recent events. It's still hard to believe. How everything fell apart like a house of cards under a powerful fart, or something. I would definitely drive the analogy that what happened was like a forceful, vigorous, robust fart. Both stink, both make you feel like life is too unfair at the moment, both make the victims feel resentful, and both came rushing over us like a mighty wind. Whatever. It's the people that made the place, not the place that made the people. All of you wanks are my family.
Keep trucking. Or don't. If you feel you need to quit now. But mostly, never change who you are. Or do. If that's something you think needs to happen. Obviously I don't think that needs to happen.
As for Portland, dude, I think we should just be friends. Keep your forests green like you do, man. It's something you rock at.
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Nick, Cookie, Christine
Jared, you piece of shit...
We all get knocked down. Sometimes, we stay down. The yoga off the mat starts now: what do I notice while I’m there? Can you get quiet to see the flowers pushing through soil or do you continue the mental struggle feeling incased in cold mud unable to save yourself in the moment?
There’s nothing wrong with feeling all of your feelings. As a matter of fact, I encourage it at a time that’s quiet and dedicated. Observe what rises up and make choices about what you want to blossom. Avoid judging—it’s a messy churning that simply creates and flings more mud. “The world should not be organized to require heroines; and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.” ~Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees