cascadiabound
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How delightful Ms Mollie 
Chocolate is always welcome
Chocolate is always welcome
A Gallery: Delights & Splendors of Cascadia
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How about some Eugene, OR Euphoria Chocolate Company Truffles?
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cascadiabound
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How about some Eugene, OR Euphoria Chocolate Company Truffles?
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Ohhhhhhh yummmmmmm!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much.
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R2ak
Click on the link for the live race tracker of the Second Stage of the Race.
http://tracker.r2ak.com/
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It has been an exciting week of racing since 36 boats left Victoria on Sunday at high noon. I guess I got a little shy about posting about it here ~ but I have been following it avidly all week and I am about to make up for my shyness now and post a bunch. I hope y'all don't mind.
Starting line up (if you are geeky enough to care):
https://r2ak.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/R2AK_Stage2_StartLine.pdf
Click on the link for the live race tracker of the Second Stage of the Race.
http://tracker.r2ak.com/
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13532902_889040844556921_5678689699530026638_n.jpg?oh=2a6aeaa54ce3ce8e35c6081005262902&oe=5807B5AD
It has been an exciting week of racing since 36 boats left Victoria on Sunday at high noon. I guess I got a little shy about posting about it here ~ but I have been following it avidly all week and I am about to make up for my shyness now and post a bunch. I hope y'all don't mind.
Starting line up (if you are geeky enough to care):
https://r2ak.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/R2AK_Stage2_StartLine.pdf
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R2ak
This is a clip of MAD Dog Racing who slipped out ahead of the pack right out of Victoria making speeds of upwards of 12 knots. They have already passed both of the required check points and unless they encounter some kind of disaster (which given that all three sailors are working this boat with no sleep and so close to the water they must be cold and wet all the time - they are on the edge of ALL the time) they are likely to take the prize. Stay tuned.
https://youtu.be/P3ke3-oIM6s
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13512049_888172724643733_1408213567351654522_n.jpg?oh=1599daa89dd6a6ec58b7db2e530f9866&oe=57EDB24D
This is a clip of MAD Dog Racing who slipped out ahead of the pack right out of Victoria making speeds of upwards of 12 knots. They have already passed both of the required check points and unless they encounter some kind of disaster (which given that all three sailors are working this boat with no sleep and so close to the water they must be cold and wet all the time - they are on the edge of ALL the time) they are likely to take the prize. Stay tuned.
https://youtu.be/P3ke3-oIM6s
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/13512049_888172724643733_1408213567351654522_n.jpg?oh=1599daa89dd6a6ec58b7db2e530f9866&oe=57EDB24D
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R2AK ~ Stage 2: Three are Through, Steak Knives in Play
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Daily Update: Day 2
Walking on the moon, the running of the bulls, stampeding bison: There are occurrences with such epic power and momentum that if we lived in a just world where truth and beauty were fully actualized, whenever these moments of awesome occurred Flight of the Valkyries would just start playing, from somewhere, from everywhere. We watched MAD Dog Racing’s Wagnerian charge up Seymour Narrows, square headed black sail angling between “wow” and “Are they ok?!?” as the windward hull rose and fell in the puffs, each time the crew deftly scrambled to whatever rack was uphill in order to keep the wet side down and maintain their upwind charge through the first gates of the R2AK. A small crowd gathered on the beach of Campbell River to watch them charge past, avoid the tug and barge and the pod of humpbacks all in the same narrow passage. Mouths on shore seemed to silently sing the same words: “Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit…” and then trailed off into a hum. Whales, the tidal rapids of Seymour Narrows, and three white-knuckled guys in drysuits, dog-tired and elated, sailing like hell—this is what epic looks like.
Past the worst of it and rounding the corner at Cape Caution they’re carrying on and piling more onto the stack of horizons that is their lead on the chasing pack of five or six teams that are holding their own and licking their chops—in good position if the steroidal beach cat falters. Snap a line, take second too long to react to the gust, linger a bleary eyed gaze and miss seeing the deadhead during a yawn or a shake of the head to stay awake after three days of little to no sleep—things can change rapidly and permanently as sleep becomes a memory and tired seeps into the bone. Three days of energy and focus, anything this short of methamphetamines and their fatigue must be Wagnerian in itself and increasing with every sleepless, restless, exhausting moment. Sailing the M32 is athletic and tense, and unsupported sailing into the most remote and exposed portion of the course, every moment, every wind shift, could end in a capsize. Game over. These guys are all in on every hand, they’re not even half way, and if you are the hare in the tortoise and hare race eventually you have to pull over. Unless they’re electric and riding the rail at the dog track. That’s what hares do, right?
Chomping at MAD Dog’s heels is the chase pack of boats keeping position for that ghoulish moment of M32 breakdown they hope never happens in the same breath as they do. Team Jungle Kitty’s big rig and light boat sailed well the first day and made it through the gate at Seymour miles before the next, but three generations of Olympians don’t go quietly into the sweet goodnight, and Kitties were caught by the Buchan Dynasty on Team Madrona’s heavy sled, doing well in the light airs but doing better in the wind tunnel of Johnstone Strait. By their calculations they are a full 4500 pounds heavier than the next big boat: a difference roughly equal to the weight of four of MAD Dog’s M32.
Right in the mix are local favorite of Bad Kitty’s big cat, and the tri, tri-again Big Broderna who just this morning passed their turnaround point from their 2015 attempt. Johnstone Strait claimed their mast right off of Kelsey Bay, snapped it in two in 40 knots and steep square waves that only scared them when it got light enough to see. They are back with a vengeance and trading tacks with Un-Cruise and in legit position to move up if the air gets lighter around the corner.
Farther back the fleet farther south have begun to settle into a rhythm of progress. Moving on the tide, resting when it dies, and getting gelato—you know, like adventure racers do. The two brother duos of Vantucky (shorter with beards) and Bunny Whaler (taller with beards) rallied up near one another, Team Ketchikan is trailing the Port Townsend/Ketchikan mash up by a good 40 miles, and the back of the pack is starting to feel the heat of the sweeper that won’t even leave Port Townsend until the 1oth of July. Could be the pressure, the crystallization of a bridge too far, or teams having as many problems as our tracker, three teams called it a day: Team Gold Rush’s assessed that their second attempt in their homebuilt folding trimaran was going to be more dangerous than fun. Great boat, but built for a different purpose than a cannonball run to Alaska. Team Why Not came up with an answer, and we are sad to report that Karl Kruger and his Heart of Gold has bowed out for reasons that are as yet unknown. There’s a story there, more as we get it. Bold choices, and perhaps the most difficult decisions to make to exit a race after this much preparation, this much attention and excitement. Our hats are off to the strength it must have taken to bravely turn back.
With races within races, the pack within striking distance, adventures of lifetimes beginning and ending as winds howl and calm all through the course. The R2AK continues to reveal the spectrum of possible, reveal the strengths and vulnerabilities as racers push on. Stay safe out there.
https://r2ak.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/DailyUpdate_web_banner_Day3_900x250.jpg
Daily Update: Day 2
Walking on the moon, the running of the bulls, stampeding bison: There are occurrences with such epic power and momentum that if we lived in a just world where truth and beauty were fully actualized, whenever these moments of awesome occurred Flight of the Valkyries would just start playing, from somewhere, from everywhere. We watched MAD Dog Racing’s Wagnerian charge up Seymour Narrows, square headed black sail angling between “wow” and “Are they ok?!?” as the windward hull rose and fell in the puffs, each time the crew deftly scrambled to whatever rack was uphill in order to keep the wet side down and maintain their upwind charge through the first gates of the R2AK. A small crowd gathered on the beach of Campbell River to watch them charge past, avoid the tug and barge and the pod of humpbacks all in the same narrow passage. Mouths on shore seemed to silently sing the same words: “Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit…” and then trailed off into a hum. Whales, the tidal rapids of Seymour Narrows, and three white-knuckled guys in drysuits, dog-tired and elated, sailing like hell—this is what epic looks like.
Past the worst of it and rounding the corner at Cape Caution they’re carrying on and piling more onto the stack of horizons that is their lead on the chasing pack of five or six teams that are holding their own and licking their chops—in good position if the steroidal beach cat falters. Snap a line, take second too long to react to the gust, linger a bleary eyed gaze and miss seeing the deadhead during a yawn or a shake of the head to stay awake after three days of little to no sleep—things can change rapidly and permanently as sleep becomes a memory and tired seeps into the bone. Three days of energy and focus, anything this short of methamphetamines and their fatigue must be Wagnerian in itself and increasing with every sleepless, restless, exhausting moment. Sailing the M32 is athletic and tense, and unsupported sailing into the most remote and exposed portion of the course, every moment, every wind shift, could end in a capsize. Game over. These guys are all in on every hand, they’re not even half way, and if you are the hare in the tortoise and hare race eventually you have to pull over. Unless they’re electric and riding the rail at the dog track. That’s what hares do, right?
Chomping at MAD Dog’s heels is the chase pack of boats keeping position for that ghoulish moment of M32 breakdown they hope never happens in the same breath as they do. Team Jungle Kitty’s big rig and light boat sailed well the first day and made it through the gate at Seymour miles before the next, but three generations of Olympians don’t go quietly into the sweet goodnight, and Kitties were caught by the Buchan Dynasty on Team Madrona’s heavy sled, doing well in the light airs but doing better in the wind tunnel of Johnstone Strait. By their calculations they are a full 4500 pounds heavier than the next big boat: a difference roughly equal to the weight of four of MAD Dog’s M32.
Right in the mix are local favorite of Bad Kitty’s big cat, and the tri, tri-again Big Broderna who just this morning passed their turnaround point from their 2015 attempt. Johnstone Strait claimed their mast right off of Kelsey Bay, snapped it in two in 40 knots and steep square waves that only scared them when it got light enough to see. They are back with a vengeance and trading tacks with Un-Cruise and in legit position to move up if the air gets lighter around the corner.
Farther back the fleet farther south have begun to settle into a rhythm of progress. Moving on the tide, resting when it dies, and getting gelato—you know, like adventure racers do. The two brother duos of Vantucky (shorter with beards) and Bunny Whaler (taller with beards) rallied up near one another, Team Ketchikan is trailing the Port Townsend/Ketchikan mash up by a good 40 miles, and the back of the pack is starting to feel the heat of the sweeper that won’t even leave Port Townsend until the 1oth of July. Could be the pressure, the crystallization of a bridge too far, or teams having as many problems as our tracker, three teams called it a day: Team Gold Rush’s assessed that their second attempt in their homebuilt folding trimaran was going to be more dangerous than fun. Great boat, but built for a different purpose than a cannonball run to Alaska. Team Why Not came up with an answer, and we are sad to report that Karl Kruger and his Heart of Gold has bowed out for reasons that are as yet unknown. There’s a story there, more as we get it. Bold choices, and perhaps the most difficult decisions to make to exit a race after this much preparation, this much attention and excitement. Our hats are off to the strength it must have taken to bravely turn back.
With races within races, the pack within striking distance, adventures of lifetimes beginning and ending as winds howl and calm all through the course. The R2AK continues to reveal the spectrum of possible, reveal the strengths and vulnerabilities as racers push on. Stay safe out there.
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R2AK - The Success of Failure
Can YOU BELIEVE a SUP guy entered this race to go ALL THE WAY TO AK????
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Daily update Day 3
In the weeks before the R2AK’s 2016 model rolled off the showroom floor, our heads were filled with questions. How would it play out? Would the weather rage for a second year and break masts and sailors, or would human power triumph and evolve with such epic proportions that the Year of the Rowboat be added as the 13th year in the Chinese calendar? Would the trimaran fleet reign supreme, snagging both of the race’s top honors and force Ian Farrier to send us a card, flowers, and a minority position in his company as a way of saying thanks? What would happen?
As the sun sets on the third day of R2AK it turns out that we were mostly wrong—ok, totally wrong. Nothing new, being wrong is a bit like comfort food around here, but given last year’s race of gales and this year’s drifter, it’s uncanny how much the two races are identical, at least if you squint and tilt your head. The multihull in front hit Bella Bella while a monohull was still south of Cape Caution’s big right turn, with more multihulls farther back but gaining all the while. New year, less wind, more boats, but same deal. Weird.
Out in front Team MAD Dog Racing continues to erase the miles between themselves and Ketchikan in double digit speeds. Behind them two hulls on separate boats have split up around Calvert Island to play out different strategies, each are being pursued by their own trimaran—the Farrier vanguard of Mail Order Bride, and Big Broderna who seem to be closing with every minute. It’s uncanny how similar it all seems. Honestly, it’s kind of freaking us out.
With the big red cat lapping up the miles and light winds and low seas in the forecast, their arrival in Ketchikan is likely only a day or two away. Wow. Their story of speed and sleepless tenacity will be incredible to hear, but while they grind out the last few hundred miles, we’ll take this moment to shift back past the back of the pack to the teams who are going home. Joining their ranks in the past 24 hours are Team Why Not, the paddle-boarding grit of Team Heart of Gold, and just this morning Team Bad Kitty has assessed that the damage to their rudder is too extensive to continue. These glorious failures run the spectrum of the R2AK profile: local guys looking to do something incredible, favorites for the win, and favorites in our hearts for being intrepid and hardcore. Hard to know what’s in their hearts as they join the ranks of the now 11 teams who have exited the race, but it probably feels a bit like failure. Even with the support of fans and family, it has to sting a little.
In the age of self-esteem parenting where everyone gets a ribbon, failure is not something we talk about often. We turn shelves into shrines to heap on the symbols of our successes. We frame the certificates, we never wear our failures on our sleeves, never bring them up in job interviews, or when we’re trying to snag a date with that hottie who is way out of our league. Failure is something we avoid as often as we rebrand it to simultaneously soften the blow and dilute its meaning. Challenge, teachable moment, pivot point, beta version.
Failure is a concept that holds that same strain of loaded discomfort as talking to someone about their terminal illness. It’s uncomfortable and smacks of taboo. Say it right now, “I failed.” Shrink inward a little bit don’t you? Your voice trails off and eyes glance away to avoid the gaze of even your computer screen. Even in this fiction failure, it’s as loaded as it is deeply engrained, despite the reality that the only way to never fail is to never try or to make your attempts so smug in their banality that they don’t matter. Pulling up aces with a loaded deck might gain you the chips on the table but isn’t winning. Not really.
Here at R2AK Race Central we celebrate those who try and triumph; it’s no small thing to prepare and train and then struggle to the other end. With equal voice we try to celebrate the failures on the course because they are evidence of all out ambition we hoped this race would inspire. A hard fought failure might not be evidence that you had the best theory, but it is the only time when you look yourself in the eye and know that you gave it your all, left everything you had on the field. Failure of that sort of intrepid exhaustion is an effort worthy of celebration. We celebrate failure at the R2AK because other than $10,000 for one, and a fancy set of steak knives for another, the R2AK is really about the challenge—and for a challenge to be real failure, it has to be a possibility.
While we don’t have a lot of the story on Bad Kitty or Heart of Gold’s attempt, the R2AK attracted a soul who was more in for the challenge than any chance at winning. “A paddle board? Really?” seemed to be the pro-forma response whenever someone learned about his bid. Those words were followed closely with some combination of “He’s nuts!” and/or “Aren’t you worried about him?” He might be and we were, but less so once we met him. Team Heart of Gold’s Karl Kruger wasn’t a guy with a board and a paddle and a delusional dream, he had planned and trained for a year—more than that, he had done the math. Lots of math. From calculating weight to knowing how far and how fast he could travel in every condition, to exactly how many calories he could subsist on and how he would get them. 3,000 a day, through dehydrated food pellets he would gnaw on. At 35 calories apiece and 20 minutes to chew through he could just make his goal. Karl’s theory of exacting simplicity (eat pellets, paddle) was working, and by day three his solo performance was ahead of even some trimarans. The flaw came from a board whose behavior changed with the increased load and exacerbated the vulnerability of his weaker side. When he called it off he was paddling four times more on his left side than he was on his right, and the ratio was getting worse. Time to catch the bus.
Karl’s bid for the R2AK was a heroic one, and his bold but sincere humility inspired—from the internet masses to the crowd on a passing ferry who crowded the deck to cheer his name. Thanks for trying Karl, thanks for stepping into the ring, blowing our minds, and reminding us the richness that is possible when you stop simply avoiding the possibility of failure.
Fail well, fail boldly, fail safe, grow.
Can YOU BELIEVE a SUP guy entered this race to go ALL THE WAY TO AK????
https://r2ak.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/DailyUpdate_web_banner_Day4_900x250.jpg
Daily update Day 3
In the weeks before the R2AK’s 2016 model rolled off the showroom floor, our heads were filled with questions. How would it play out? Would the weather rage for a second year and break masts and sailors, or would human power triumph and evolve with such epic proportions that the Year of the Rowboat be added as the 13th year in the Chinese calendar? Would the trimaran fleet reign supreme, snagging both of the race’s top honors and force Ian Farrier to send us a card, flowers, and a minority position in his company as a way of saying thanks? What would happen?
As the sun sets on the third day of R2AK it turns out that we were mostly wrong—ok, totally wrong. Nothing new, being wrong is a bit like comfort food around here, but given last year’s race of gales and this year’s drifter, it’s uncanny how much the two races are identical, at least if you squint and tilt your head. The multihull in front hit Bella Bella while a monohull was still south of Cape Caution’s big right turn, with more multihulls farther back but gaining all the while. New year, less wind, more boats, but same deal. Weird.
Out in front Team MAD Dog Racing continues to erase the miles between themselves and Ketchikan in double digit speeds. Behind them two hulls on separate boats have split up around Calvert Island to play out different strategies, each are being pursued by their own trimaran—the Farrier vanguard of Mail Order Bride, and Big Broderna who seem to be closing with every minute. It’s uncanny how similar it all seems. Honestly, it’s kind of freaking us out.
With the big red cat lapping up the miles and light winds and low seas in the forecast, their arrival in Ketchikan is likely only a day or two away. Wow. Their story of speed and sleepless tenacity will be incredible to hear, but while they grind out the last few hundred miles, we’ll take this moment to shift back past the back of the pack to the teams who are going home. Joining their ranks in the past 24 hours are Team Why Not, the paddle-boarding grit of Team Heart of Gold, and just this morning Team Bad Kitty has assessed that the damage to their rudder is too extensive to continue. These glorious failures run the spectrum of the R2AK profile: local guys looking to do something incredible, favorites for the win, and favorites in our hearts for being intrepid and hardcore. Hard to know what’s in their hearts as they join the ranks of the now 11 teams who have exited the race, but it probably feels a bit like failure. Even with the support of fans and family, it has to sting a little.
In the age of self-esteem parenting where everyone gets a ribbon, failure is not something we talk about often. We turn shelves into shrines to heap on the symbols of our successes. We frame the certificates, we never wear our failures on our sleeves, never bring them up in job interviews, or when we’re trying to snag a date with that hottie who is way out of our league. Failure is something we avoid as often as we rebrand it to simultaneously soften the blow and dilute its meaning. Challenge, teachable moment, pivot point, beta version.
Failure is a concept that holds that same strain of loaded discomfort as talking to someone about their terminal illness. It’s uncomfortable and smacks of taboo. Say it right now, “I failed.” Shrink inward a little bit don’t you? Your voice trails off and eyes glance away to avoid the gaze of even your computer screen. Even in this fiction failure, it’s as loaded as it is deeply engrained, despite the reality that the only way to never fail is to never try or to make your attempts so smug in their banality that they don’t matter. Pulling up aces with a loaded deck might gain you the chips on the table but isn’t winning. Not really.
Here at R2AK Race Central we celebrate those who try and triumph; it’s no small thing to prepare and train and then struggle to the other end. With equal voice we try to celebrate the failures on the course because they are evidence of all out ambition we hoped this race would inspire. A hard fought failure might not be evidence that you had the best theory, but it is the only time when you look yourself in the eye and know that you gave it your all, left everything you had on the field. Failure of that sort of intrepid exhaustion is an effort worthy of celebration. We celebrate failure at the R2AK because other than $10,000 for one, and a fancy set of steak knives for another, the R2AK is really about the challenge—and for a challenge to be real failure, it has to be a possibility.
While we don’t have a lot of the story on Bad Kitty or Heart of Gold’s attempt, the R2AK attracted a soul who was more in for the challenge than any chance at winning. “A paddle board? Really?” seemed to be the pro-forma response whenever someone learned about his bid. Those words were followed closely with some combination of “He’s nuts!” and/or “Aren’t you worried about him?” He might be and we were, but less so once we met him. Team Heart of Gold’s Karl Kruger wasn’t a guy with a board and a paddle and a delusional dream, he had planned and trained for a year—more than that, he had done the math. Lots of math. From calculating weight to knowing how far and how fast he could travel in every condition, to exactly how many calories he could subsist on and how he would get them. 3,000 a day, through dehydrated food pellets he would gnaw on. At 35 calories apiece and 20 minutes to chew through he could just make his goal. Karl’s theory of exacting simplicity (eat pellets, paddle) was working, and by day three his solo performance was ahead of even some trimarans. The flaw came from a board whose behavior changed with the increased load and exacerbated the vulnerability of his weaker side. When he called it off he was paddling four times more on his left side than he was on his right, and the ratio was getting worse. Time to catch the bus.
Karl’s bid for the R2AK was a heroic one, and his bold but sincere humility inspired—from the internet masses to the crowd on a passing ferry who crowded the deck to cheer his name. Thanks for trying Karl, thanks for stepping into the ring, blowing our minds, and reminding us the richness that is possible when you stop simply avoiding the possibility of failure.
Fail well, fail boldly, fail safe, grow.
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Incredibly beautiful pictures. They bring some much needed tranquillity to my mind.
That sends a beautiful yet poignant message. I really like the concept behind this photo.
You can't fully grasp and love victory without failing.
That said, failing on the ocean can be permanent. I can't believe people do that.
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RACE UPDATE:
MAD DOG Racing arrived in Kethikan today at 11:14 to claim the $10,000 prize.
It took them 3 days 20 hours and 13 minutes. UnFUCKING-believable.
Now it is the race for the steak knives.
Video Clip #6: https://r2ak.com/video-photos/
RACE UPDATE:
MAD DOG Racing arrived in Kethikan today at 11:14 to claim the $10,000 prize.
It took them 3 days 20 hours and 13 minutes. UnFUCKING-believable.
Now it is the race for the steak knives.
Video Clip #6: https://r2ak.com/video-photos/
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Team Mike's Kayak.
Finished the race last year #14 in 23 days 4 hours 59 min.
17' Prijon Kodiak kayak
http://imgur.com/o0cAnKV.jpg
Seriously... this guy is one of my heroes.
Finished the race last year #14 in 23 days 4 hours 59 min.
17' Prijon Kodiak kayak
http://imgur.com/o0cAnKV.jpg
Seriously... this guy is one of my heroes.
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Word of the Day: nemophilist
n. A person who loves or is fond of woods or forests
The wild is open to you, go and discover it. Drink sunlight. Leave traces yourself in the dirt and wood and water. Take it with you and cherish its infinite beauty; pulsing, breathing, and alive. - thedustdancestoo
Word of the Day: nemophilist
n. A person who loves or is fond of woods or forests
The wild is open to you, go and discover it. Drink sunlight. Leave traces yourself in the dirt and wood and water. Take it with you and cherish its infinite beauty; pulsing, breathing, and alive. - thedustdancestoo
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Part of the Wild & Scenic Rogue River, Oregon
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Along the Wild and Scenic Umpqua River, Oregon
Part of the Wild & Scenic Rogue River, Oregon
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Along the Wild and Scenic Umpqua River, Oregon
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Fresh berries...omg
Raspberries, marionberries and blueberries so perfect and ripe
they melt in your mouth...
The Taste of Summer in Cascadia
Fresh berries...omg
Raspberries, marionberries and blueberries so perfect and ripe
they melt in your mouth...
The Taste of Summer in Cascadia
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Stryderthorongil
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Yummy. Hi Cassie
cascadiabound
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Stryderthorongil
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A little bored, but otherwise doing well. How about yourself?Hi Stryder!
How are you dear?
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Fresh berries...omg
Raspberries and marionberries so perfect and ripe
they melt in your mouth...
The Taste of Summer in Cascadia
Yumm, though I prefer, marionberry, blackberry, and boysenberries, instead of the raspberries... shrug
cascadiabound
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Yumm, though I prefer, marionberry, blackberry, and boysenberries, instead of the raspberries... shrug
I prefer to eat whatever is ripe - RIGHT NOW... lol
thinking about where to go on an adventure
alaska? california? BC?
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