I really didn’t know what to expect when I headed toward Oregontown this morning. I had never actually been to that sector of MY Town because it always seems to be plagued by either forest fires, street riots, or crazy militia groups occupying wildlife refuges and having standoffs with federal agents. I tend to stay away from those things.
Today, however, I ignored my self-preservation instincts and rode my bike over to the west coast of MY Town. I mean, I’ve written about most of the other Cycle365 neighborhoods, so I felt like I OWED it to Scooter & Rocky and Mr. Grumby to at least pay a short visit to Oregontown. I didn’t want our Oregon friends to feel left out. (Assuming Scooter and Rocky still consider Oregon to be their home base in between all their other travels.)
As I said, I didn’t know what to expect. Would there be all of the natural beauty that the real Oregon has? Or would there just be the fires, the riots, and the gun nuts? Would there be any “collections?” Would there be anything at all worth photographing?
I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions so, just in case, I packed up a few Oregon-related props. I didn’t want to come home with NOTHING.
The bad news is that I had to break out those props early because I just wasn’t finding anything.
I don’t know if it was the effects of the Oregon beer’s alcohol, or the hallucinatory effects of the Oregon cheese, but after my break I started seeing all kinds of Oregonian stuff. Most of it seemed to be related to trees (AKA viewblockers) and wood products. Maybe part of it might also have been that I was reminded of Kesey’s other great novel Sometimes A Great Notion, which concerns the Oregon lumber industry.
When I got home I filed my own Bigfoot report right here, right now. Unlike most bigfoot photos, the one I took in Oregontown isn’t grainy and unfocussed. There he is — clear as can be. Proof positive.