These pirate youths jumped into the frame while I was taking photos of the Peter Iredale shipwreck near Fort Stevens. Despite their ferocious looks, they are not as dangerous as they appear. Continue reading “The Peter Iredale Shipwreck”
The year of the rupture began on February 12, 2017, a mild winter day in Springfield Oregon. My athletic prowess was somewhat hampered by a slight right meniscus sprain that I sustained three weeks prior. The injury was improving at a rather quick pace, although I continued to wear a knee brace, which continued to limit my ability to run and jump.
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