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September 11, 2012

I Let Oregon In

There was these two bears …

What’d ya do this summer? Went for a walk. Where? Oregon. What, the whole state?

There was this waterfall that took your breath away …

My toes tingle, my heels are healing, I sweated a lot but didn’t lose much weight …

The forests are different every ten steps, the trail’s constantly changing, the flowers, lakes, the views …

This pencil-thin snake made me laugh and so did Crater Lake. It was so blue …

What does blue mean? I can’t tell you, you have to see. Green? Smoke?

The lives lost and the trees, decades to grow, a minute to be cut down or burned or die like a hiker alone in a forest.

What could ever be the pleasure in sleeping on hard ground, shitting in the woods, eating granola, nuts and ramen every day, walking till you drop? What? I don’t get it. Okay, don’t do it. Nobody forces you.

There was this herd of elk …

I really can’t tell you what it was like. And I didn’t take pictures. But you don’t seem to care that much anyway.

That’s okay too.

Happy trails and trials, Martin
Mutt: You start, I'm too shy.
Jeff: Okay. These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to"persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.
Mutt: And since we're doing jungle jokes today ... A hungry lion was roaming through the jungle looking for something to eat. He came across two men. One was sitting under a tree and reading a book; the other was typing away on his typewriter. The lion quickly pounced on the man reading the book and devoured him. Even the king of the jungle knows that readers digest and writers cramp.
Jeff: We're doing jungle jokes?