Because I’m now about Santa’s age, I’ve decided to live part-time in the land of Santa and sage. Christmas Valley, Oregon. I just put a down payment on a lot, sight unseen. Follow along as as adventure unfolds.
A dirt road. A Rat paradise of tin and weathered wood. A tiny shack to do art, watch stars and birds; a base to explore natural and cultural history of my home state. I’ve lived on the Wet side for decades, in many hollowed-out dead towns in the Coast Range. The cast of characters will be similar, substituting cowboys for loggers. The meth and booze will be the same.
We all breathe, shit and dream pretty much the same, albeit sometimes in different colors.
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