…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…
The first road through southern Oregon was made by Jesse Applegate and his brother. It then became Highway 99, and later Interstate 5. I decided to take the most beautiful…
For once, limits and reason won over ideals and conquest. My plan had been to visit two hot springs today, this and another far more remote. But I suddenly decided…
Local culture is hard to distinguish from digital imperialism. I woke up here in Mitchell, Oregon still marveling at what the tech workers in Prineville have chosen to make out…
