Today I drove north to Astoria!! Do you all know why Astoria is awesome?!?!! HEY YOU GUUUYYYS! I ran along a path next to the Columbia River for 3 miles and there were tons of Sea Lions. So cool, and loud. They were very loud. 😂 I hopped back in my car and drove to Cannon Beach to see Haystack Rock. I also ran there for 2 miles. I have been wondering how in the world Oregon Runners can even run with this kind of beauty around them. I run 100 ft and I feel the need to take another picture! But then I realized you just run/walk/take a pic on the way to your destination and then you sprint as fast as you can to get to the next adventure!! 9 miles total today. The snowy pics are while I was driving into Bend to get to my current yurt! 🙌🏻 It’s going to be 25* tonight. Heated Yurt for the win again!! #theviewfromhere#haystackrock#cannonbeach#oregon#oregonexplored#astoria#sealions#heyyouguys#goonies#snow#yesilistenedtochristmasmusic#tumolastatepark#adventure#bend#itsbeen20years
16+ years ago (while vacationing the Cali coast) I remember looking at my parents, thinking how ᗯOᑎᗪƐᖇFᑌᒪ it must be to stay ocean side with the one you love the most .... Turns out, I was right :)
h o m e ____________________________________________________________in the winter, there are a lot of storms on the coast, and while this may sound like a miserable time to visit, many do. Imagine staying in a cozy cabin with your hot cup of tea, a fire crackling, and looking out at the ocean to watch mother nature do her work. I think it makes us humans feel small and not as powerful.
Haystack Rock at Cannon Beach-- the tangible end of the Oregon Trail.
This picture is from a few years ago at the tail end of my first great American road trip, having just moved, essentially on a whim, all the way across the country to a place I had never even visited. All it took was a chance meeting with a girl (this girl), at a bar on Christmas Eve, and a couple months later we had a packed car and were heading west.
Holidays always serve as focal points for me, and this approaching one is no different. My life has always been so all over the place, so scattered, that it's quite remarkable for me to take one day (such as Christmas Eve), and project it backwards over the course of my life. Where was I? What was I doing? Who was I then?
Evidently five years ago I was a guy who just dropped everything and sped across the country with a girl.