First, my friend Kurt interviewed me while he was staying in our guest cave a few weeks ago. Go here and hear what I have to say about stuff and things when someone else asks the questions. Kurt is pretty great. We knew each other on the internet for years and I just knew we’d get along well in real life. We had some good conversations. I hope to do it again sometime.
Paul and I spent the weekend and the Riverhouse. We took the bus up to Battleground and rode up and down 7 miles of hills to get to there and then we rode all 35 miles back. The ride back seemed more difficult than usual, there was something heavy on my mind.
Saturday night my housemate Marc, who had been up at the Riverhouse earlier, called to say that our friend Dylan Williams had passed away. Dylan was a friend, fellow Portland Zine Symposium organizer, and teacher in the Independent Publishing Resource Center comics certificate program who had been fighting cancer for awhile now. It’s hard to imagine this world without him. Dylan was the mastermind behind Sparkplug comics and I had seen his own comic, Reporter, for years before we actually met.
One of the first real conversations we had was after one of his first few meeting organizing the Portland Zine Symposium. He came up to me after the meeting and asked how it was that we were able to make a new organizer feel so comfortable and valued in the organizing process. I took that as a great compliment about the Portland Zine Symposium and about Dylan’s insight into PZS. I remember answering something to the tune of saying that I believe that everyone has a valuable perspective to bring to to table and that the Portland Zine Symposium can only grow and become better by listening.
Dylan’s input in this world was very valuable. His help with the Portland Zine Symposium, his ethics in zines/comics and his business were honorable. I’ve been working on a zine about zine event organizing and with with that memory of Dylan in my mind I’d like to dedicate the zine to him.
I’m going to miss his insights, his playful (not mean spirited) snark, and maybe most of all, his knowing smile.
Dylan Williams, you will be missed.
We got home this afternoon from the Riverhouse. We left on Wednesday content to make it the 30 miles armed with our bikes and waking directions from GoogleMaps. The maps served us well and we didn’t hit too many hills.
I my snazzy new cycling jacket!
We saw so really weird signs but I only took a photo of one of them.
Good thing it was the Positive sort of way?
I also saw the “Memory Memorial Cemetery” Don’t you think the “Memory” was a bit redundant? It also said it was a “Freedom of Choice cemetery” I didn’t think you’d have too many choices when you’re dead. We also saw “Secluded Apartment Homes” “Hidden Village” and “Secret Valley” I made a joke that the next sign would say “where to bury the body”… That’s when I saw the Memory Memorial and decided that my joke wasn’t funny.
Mt. Saint Helens blown top showed its head about 3/4 of our way there.
We made it to Battle Ground and got provisions of food a beer then rode the last 7 miles which we knew would be the most grueling but it wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t gotten so much in Battle Ground. We got to the Riverhouse in 4 hours including a stop for a picnic, a stop at the grocery store, a few backtracks and direction settling, and a short stop at the coffee shop that my parents’ neighbor owns. It wasn’t so bad for our first trip! We had a celebratory beer on the back porch.
We took a break at some place that advertised itself as a "Cowboy Church" I wanted to show you the set up Paul made for his Guitar. Rad hu? He jsut strapped it to the side of his bike rack like a pannier and with the help of a bungie chord it worked like a charm.
Pauled wanted these two photos to be posted together.
The next day we went on a beer run to the Heisson Store. Then we worked on my reading for Powell's. I'm going to read stories while Paul plays music, sings one part of a song and then we are going to sing a song. I haven't sang in public in a looooong time. This should be interesting.
I woke up this morning to a flat tire, which seemed weird since I had ridden over 35 miles and now that I was all comfy at the Riverhouse THEN I got a flat! Instead of patching it I just slipped a new tube in and away we went!
On the ride up to the Riverhouse Paul and I saw soooo many cute animals. My favorite was the stubby burros with shaggy winter fur! We also saw chickens, sheep, goats, horses, llamas, and puppies! I’m bummed that I didn’t get photos of them on the way up but here are some from the way back!
It took is a little under 2 hours to get to Vancouver! SO much faster than the way up there! I think we could do the whole ride in 2.5 hours. Paul busted a spoke about half way home but we still made it back. We stopped in Vancouver at the Salmon Creek brewery, had a beer and continued on our way. We crossed over the I-5 bridge into Oregon and I took this Photo of Mt. Hood. It has always been an iconic image to me ever since my childhood summers in Oregon.
And, now I’m home and a bit sore but, I know that I can make the ride and I’ll do it again!