Went hiking at the lower falls in Golden Ears Park today. Was surrounded by hundreds of rocks, thousands of rocks, millions and billions and trillions of rocks. And I forgot my sling. Perhaps the Almighty King of the Universe wanted all those rocks just where they were today.
If Oregon is the land of smooth slinging rocks, then they flow down there from Canada. On my way home from classes a few days ago I passed this scene which is I must say typical for this area. Am I dreaming? Have a entered some strange slingers paradise? In any case, with the help of my morbidly fit brother in law I have decided on some slinging contest parameters, stay tuned for an instructional video.
Upon entering Oregon I learned that the etymology of the name of the state isn't known precisely. Due to this chink in the armor, I am going to weigh in and propose that "oregon," is an ancient Native American word for "tons of smooth rocks everywhere."