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Road Warrior

April 6, 2018


Bandwidth is often more valuable than comfort. 3 nites 4 days and a red eye allowed me to meet someone from long ago, then another, then 40 architects, showing 138 slides, 2 very good meals and brown alcohol ingestion.

But nothing new there: what was new was Oregon. Not “Ore-i-GONN”, but “Orgun” from the native’s perspective. Two lovely folk have wanted to move to the west coast after lifetime’s of center, east and Midwest. They settled on a fabulous wee place 3 hours south of the home of The Ducks, Eugene. So I went there.

They may need me to help in a place I have only alighted for a book-signing with said Ducks, knowing that they had circumscribed funds, and unbounded enthusiasm.

So, having done all the great good things above and remote freaking over several jobs, designing several, over-focusing on the slideshow, then on a few potential jobs, an employee’s sick spouse, another’s baby presents, involving calls, a video going just a little viral, two Constant Contact blasts, a competition over 3 coasts with a dozen critics another bunch of students, and a potential book, oh, and an article, I went to Port Orford, for 36 hours. Before I then hopefully spend 14 hours on 3 flights to, hopefully get home.

But I am in the airport now.

All the work part was without a trace of buzzkill, and especially inspired by the newly empty-nested couple, with their site equally great:



This scenario happens, thankfully, often. But sometimes things are different.

But the full travel time, up and back, of 7 hours before and after two meetings was different. First, several eventualities meant that I had a silent car with insane levels of technology.
I spent the time in silence, wending down a vaunted set of roads, ultimately along the coast but saw these things: bridges:


There was the most amazing full-on integration of forest agribusiness I can imagine, involving every level of growth, harvest and renewal:
And there was an extreme unification of transportation technology to use bundled logs on carriers, and stacks and trains and returning empty vehicles with stacked carriers upon their backs:



Yes, all true, but what is so surprising here? “Orgun” is a wonderfully wild and natural place. But the collateral realities were very surprising:

Well, the moss, everywhere, especially on the unleaded-out trees was insanely evocative to me:

The dunes, popping up, huge and random amid the huge stands of trees where magically prominent and then gone:

The RV’s were everywhere, all the time:

And the new, unrelenting presence of “Weed” as a fast-food alternate set of franchises, everywhere (amid the down-scale casinos) was a parallel universe:

And, of course, there were some cultural oddments too:


But, in the end, for me, here, it all comes down to connecting: very different to very different, weaving a mosaic of means and methods – that occasionally have aligned purposes that I may be part of:

But this trip, in some ways, was as different as I have experienced. Maybe just in the contrasting images. (All photos at 40-65MPH if from my car…)

The best part is that I may end up coming back, as I may prove useful…

5 Comments leave one →
  1. April 7, 2018 10:24 am

    My favorite part is the baby-present-part. 😉 Glad your further adventures were interesting and successful!

  2. April 7, 2018 10:42 am

    You made it to my part of the world! It’s always interesting to get a first-time visitor’s perspective about Oregon. Sounds like you enjoyed (I think) your whirlwind visit.

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