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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

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now my (male) partner and I (a woman) have a travel trailer we can pull with our truck. We have a little piece of property, and when we're not traveling, we park our little camper there. I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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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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