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Questions: What kind of a person thinks it’s a good idea to carve initials into a giant sequoia? Who looks at one of the oldest living creatures on earth (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sequoiadendron_giganteum) and thinks it makes sense to carve initials into it?

Answer: An idiot.

I hope no one ever looks at the grandmother of the person who did this and decides to carve initials into her forehead.

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist. Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it. I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk. This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

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  1. I just returned to the sizzling concrete of Portland from a few days of respite in the cool forest. At first glance, the dispersed camping area looked so refreshing. My husband and I breathed sighs of contentment to be there and not in the hot city. After we set up the crib board and snacks and water bottles, we listened to foresty sounds for a while, watched the sunlight dapple around in the trees, and gazed back at a large buck who came briefly to check us out. Then we began to notice other things… bark, we presumed taken for firestarter, stripped completely around some trees, causing death, fires too big singeing lower branches, small tree tops just ripped off to burn, others hacked to death, paths leading into toilet-paper mulched shrubbery, our own firepit strewn with plastic bits and bottle tops. We could only restore so much, left it cleaner than we found it, and we appreciated every minute we were there.

    • It’s really sad, Sassy, what humans so often do to the natural world. And the people who left your camping area in such a poor condition are presumably people who love nature or at least love to be out in it. Why would people destroy what they love?

      Thank you (and your husband) for doing what you could to make things better.

  2. Here’s the kicker (I’m not particularly reticent about sharing my ‘Dohhhhhh’ moments): At some point, I took a few photos of Mt Hood and our campsite. I just moved them from my phone to my computer folder. Guess what I hadn’t noticed emblazoned in charcoal for all to see on the back side of the biggest rock around our fire pit? No wonder no one waved back when they drove or walked by…

    • Can you post the photo in a reply? You probably can’t, but I really want to see the photo. Like I said, I’m totally bummed that I didn’t take a photo of the penis on site #6 to post here.

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