From the Oregon Coast - Garibaldi

While driving through Oregon, I came upon this little harbor in Garibaldi. I turned the picture into a postcard.  If you like it, click on the link, otherwise just enjoy.

The Oregon Coast by onemansbattle
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Duck Fever - Craziness or to be Expected

I have felt strange lately.  I have noticed and increase in my heart rate, a growing attraction to the color green, I can't sleep until I watch sports center.  Next to game day, the most important day of the week is Monday, when the BCS rankings come out.  I've got it, and I've got it bad.  I have Duck Fever, Oregon Duck Fever.  For years I have taken great pride in not being a Duck or a Beaver.  I didn't have to get caught up in the meaningless rivalry between small animals.  Then I was invited to a Duck game.  Not just any game, but the Stanford game.  It was huge.  The stadium was at capacity, the game was electric, and I went home changed.  Two weeks later I was back at the UCLA game.  I grew up in LA.  UCLA was my team, and here I was cheering for the men in Green, quacking loudly, yelling a

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t the refs, and high fiveing people I did not know.  I loved it.  I came home and watched a rebroadcast.  The next week I was in front of the TV.  How strange.  I own a ducks t-shirt now.  I don't even have a shirt from my own school.

Obviously, the Ducks are ranked number one in the nation.  Yes they are undefeated, but more than that they are playing the most exciting and fun football to watch.  You can't leave your seat for fear you'll miss a touchdown or two or three, before you get back.  With all the excitement, people all over Oregon are catching the fever.  It is part of living in Oregon.  One more big game, the civil war, and then off to the National Title game.  You have to come to Oregon to understand what is going on here.  I got caught by the bug - duck.  Now like almost every other Oregonian, I am quacking.

Why a Blog On Oregon?

Way back in the late 70's my family took a trip up the Pacific Coast.  Having always been a California Kid, I was amazed as the sandy beaches that I knew gave way to rocky coastline, haystack rocks, pine trees, and mountains (small as they might be) flowing into the ocean.  I was also struck by the rain.  Sometimes a drizzle, sometimes a downpour.  Rarely with thunder and lightening.  The trip was quick but the impression was lasting.  In the late 90's, a job moved my new family, my wife and four kids, to Portland.  We came on the heals of 185 days of straight rain.  We were moving from Salt Lake City, where the sun came out everyday, to a place where the sun had not been seen for 1/3 of a year.  After getting over the inital shock of our move, we began to venture out.  To the coast, to the mountains, to the Gorge.  We quickly came to love our new surroundings.

Oregon is more than rain, more than Portland.  It is a place of unique people, who ride bikes to work, name their colleges after little animals, and never let the rain stop them (while the hint of snow can bring the State to a stand still).  I will share my favorite pictures, favorite places, and favorite things, that I have come across.  This Blog is about all things Oregon