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Portland, Oregon is a walker’s city. Lovely neighborhoods, like Mississippi, Hawthorne, the Alphabet District, and Division/Clinton dot the city and make Portland feel like a collective of small towns, each representing a kaleidoscope of businesses and residences. Growing up in SW Portland, the eastside of Portland seemed as far away as Australia. But, after living…
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“I only run if I’m being chased,” my friend Sean famously says whenever I talk about running. I love running and ever since I can remember, I have loved running. On the playground, affectionately called the fir grove, where the trees would touch the sky and create shadows to dance with, we would play “boys…
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It was spring 1998. I was studying abroad in Vietnam with 12 other American college students. We were there to immerse ourselves in the culture, people, history, and land of this Southeast Asian country. We followed the rhythms of the day as day turned to night. In the evenings, we ate Pho at street-side stalls.…
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“Let gravity do the work,” instructed my dad. I was small and needed some speed to get through the deep snow. We were skiing in Sun Valley, Idaho and it had snowed overnight. I had never skied in this much snow before. Some of my fondest memories are of skiing in Sun Valley. My family…
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My friend, Melanie and I planned to backpack for four days in July through the heart of Glacier National Park in the Northern part of Montana. Our plan was to follow the Continental Divide, along the Highline Trail, past Garden Wall, over Swiftcurrent Pass, and down to Waterton Lake in the Canadian part of the…
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