10/26/18

Mt Tabor

I really like how this photo of Preston came out.  Skating a curb on top of a volcano.

10/16/18

Mission To Boise - The Photos

There didn't seem to be quite enough content to make a zine out of this trip.  Maybe we needed a few more days on the road?  So this will be the repository of our digital memories of an October weekend spent in Idaho.

There has been a lot of talk about going out to Boise to skate.  The weather is a bit sunnier there and it always seems to be dry.  So I finally sent out a big group text to find out who was down.  After some back and forth, and some schedule checking the final crew ended up being Dorian, Jen, Mark, Sam, Steve, Templeton, and myself.  We hit the road on a rainy Friday morning with hopes of stretching our legs at the skateparks in Bingen and The Dalles.  The weather said otherwise, but luckily we beat the rain cloud to Pendleton so we could get some skating in.  This was a fun first park to kick off the trip.  From there we jammed the rest of the way to Boise.  We checked in to our house and headed downtown for tacos.  On the way home we grabbed supplies and had a cozy evening sipping beverages and watching a lot of skate videos.

Templeton.  Nose grind bonk.

Mark in Pendleton.

Saturday morning showed that the same rain cloud had chased us from Oregon to Idaho.  We took our time eating breakfast and letting the ground dry.  Luckily Rhodes Park is somewhat covered and that dry Boise air helps the puddles disappear.  With a quick stop at Prestige to meet Ben Graham, our day was off to a start at the skatepark.  We spent a few hours at Rhodes, had some lunch, and went back to Rhodes.  From there some of our crew went street skating, some got some chill time, and Steve went off to play hockey.  We had another chill night at the house with skate videos and beverages.

Dorian with a 3flip.

 Jen grinding in the bowl.

This spot is across the street from the skatepark.  Dorian back tail.

 Templeton 180 nosegrind.

 Sam with a boardslide pop out on the curvy thing.

 Crook bonk from the ledge.

 And Sam rounding out MVP status with a tailslide on this crusty bank to ledge.

Sunday we had to make a stop at Push and Pour to start the day. From there we took it out to the Star skatepark.  It was windy, but sunny and it felt like we went too hard skating the day before.  It was still a great place to get the legs working again.  Part of the crew departed from here back to Portland and the rest of us carried on to the Middleton skatepark.  After a session here and scoping some street spots we were in need of some lunch.  We hit up one more park after that, the old Ft. Boise park.  We were full and tired at this point so it wasn't a long session.  Some afternoon chilling lead us to 1 dollar beer night at the bar and some good hanging on our last night in town.

 Templeton with the fun hydrant ollie at Star.

 Full crew photo!

Jedda.

 Good hangs with Ben Graham.  Thanks for tour guiding us!

 Sam grinding the rainbow rail in Middleton.

 Gotta peep that footage.

Monday we started the journey home.  We hit up the Caldwell park which was fun and kind of a street style park.  We stretched our legs at Baker City (where I slammed super hard) and La Grande.  They were good stops to break up the drive.  And from there we drove west right into a new rain cloud and back home to Portland.

Dorian with the long noseslide in Caldwell.

10/11/18

Mission To Boise

A crew of us hit the rode out to Boise for a skate trip.  I've got lots of photos to share, but still deciding what is the best format to share them.  A zine, maybe?  Or here on the internet?  Or send them out to everyone on the trip so they can share them in their own way? 
You don't have to wait for a video though.  Dorian put this together the day after we got home.


10/4/18

Something about a TLC lyric.

It was a weird summer.  A lot of usual summer things weren't done.  My trips to the river were minimal.  Bike rides were down significantly.  Zero camping happened.  I'll blame it on the heat, I guess.  June was gloomy and the weather went straight from that to the upper 90s.  None of that nice in between somewhat hot days with cool nights.  Or maybe I'm getting older and unmotivated.  Another thing that was down was number of hikes.  So I set out the other day (officially Fall) to see some waterfalls.  A couple gorge hikes went undamaged by the fires of 2017 and Latourell is one of them.  I headed there and snapped some shots.









11/3/17

Recent film.

Photos from my trusty point and shoot can span a good time frame and cover a lot of different territory.  These few rolls were no exception.  Here are some things that happened some months ago. 

 Karaoke happened.  The new Chopsticks is weird.  It used to be a strip club and that's exactly what it feels like in there.  Going to karaoke means a call to Cheyne.  It's not the same without him.  Glad he could come a dish out a classic.

Dorian and birthday boy, Conor, belt out a duet.

Ryan doing slappies.

Cows at the state fair.

This was at the very start of summer and the only time I made it to the sweet beach at the long hike river spot.  The water was still too cold for me to go all in.  It didn't stop Mark though.  Piney wanted to play with Igby so much that crept in to the shot.

A late summer visit from my heterolifemate.  He was staying downtown so going here was a no brainer.  It was the first bar that both of us, on different occasions,  went to in Portland - thanks Verg.

Conor loves bolwing - actually all bar games.  We bowled a few frames at the new alley out my way.

Mackenzie was here for a few days this summer. Log jump at the Sandy.

Forever photos of Igby at the river.

 Early morning camping photo.

It's nice when Chelsea and I have weekdays off together.  We hit up this river spot on a quiet day.  Bonus light leak from an overexposed frame on this one.

Bartender life has limited the shows I can attend.  I got off work just in time to catch this Mean Jeans set at the Know.



10/20/17

Montana

Our original plan was a camping trip.  But the only time we could go was late September.  At that time of year in Montana the weather can be anywhere from summer heat to dumping snow.  We ended up with nice Autumn weather, but that was still a little too cold at night for sleeping in a tent.  So I made some last minute sleeping arrangements that included a tiny house, KOA cabin, yurt, and fire lookout.  This made life a lot more comfortable.

 
Our first stop was Troy, MT.  There's a hike out that way I've wanted to do for some time.  We didn't end up doing it though.  We wanted to save our energy for Glacier and it felt like we hadn't left enough time for it.  But we did get to stay at a rad tiny house right on the river with really awesome hosts.

The Kootenai River in Troy.

Then it was on to Glacier National Park.  We chose to do the Grinell Glacier hike.  This is bear habitat and that made Chelsea nervous, but we were prepared with bear spray and read up on what to do in case of an encounter.  This is shot is from the beginning part of that hike.  We didn't end up going much beyond that point on the right.  Why?  Because of a big old grizzly bear!  He was there walking down the trail towards us.  Not mad, but completely unfazed by our presence and wanting to walk where we were.  So we abandoned that hike.

And we ended up here.  September is nice in Glacier.  So many less people!  The fires on the west side of the park had closed Going To The Sun Road which left Logan Pass almost empty.  This allowed us to do the hike to Hidden Lake.  It was a nice hike with great views as you can see from this photo and the few below.


Hidden Lake overlook.

Chelsea looking happy because there were zero bears on this hike. 

 Somewhere between East Glacier and St Mary.  I had never driven through this area.  It was really beautiful, especially with the fall colors starting to pop out.

There are so many stars visible in the Montana sky.  I wanted to get a Milky Way shot, but I guess that requires someone in the foreground with a head lamp pointed at the sky.  Haha.  This will do.

Our yurt on Flathead Lake.

Morning on the lake.

Wildhorse Island.


 We made a stop in Missoula to stay with the Bacons and see as many other friends while we were there.  And then it was on to this fire lookout close to the Idaho border.

 







The view was stunning from up there.  Unfortunately the lookout proved to be too much for Chelsea's fear of heights.  So we drove back to civilization and looked up hotels.  Our search landed us in Kellogg, ID at the lodgings for the ski resort.  Which turned out pretty cool because our room included passes to their indoor water park.  This was a fun way to end the trip.
Until next time, Montana!