Packing up and leaving for good is a weird feeling. 9 years in Portland was a good run. Linda and I moved to Portland knowing only 1 person. His name was Mike Elias, he put Linda and I up in his barn which was literally a barn workshop for a month while we looked for places to live. Linda and I were so excited to be out of the 4runner with some space to store some stuff and stretch out. With no running water or toilet we would either work our way over to Stumptown Coffee or over to the park as total hobos to use the facilities. 

After getting situated, finding a place to live I set off living the American Dream. I got a job at Nemo Design. Where I worked for the next 9 years as a graphic designer. As our time in Portland grew so did our friends. We met so many wonderful people both through work, BMX or later through dirt biking. Lindas friends were alot smarter then mine. Portland was such a badass city. It had changed, like any place. People love to bitch about change but its constantly changing. If you’re complaining your either not utilizing the good stuff or not helping make the community better. Portland has it all. Good food, great outdoors, good concrete parks, amazing dirtbike single track, camping, and friendly people all packed into what feels like a small town. I love Portland and I’ll miss it.

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Fast forward to my Canada travel. Almost every place i visited in Canada was in good company. Friends treated me too good times west all the way east to Calgary. It was so awesome to see old faces and new. Time spent was full and enjoyable with no shortage of Hot springs, cold beer, dirtbiking, BMX, hiking, coffee, music and even god damn city mountain biking. 

Thank’s everyone I miss ya already.