Sunday, June 20, 2010

Cries of the Slingless

I was reminded recently of a commerical that seems to describe well the recent unpleasantess I experienced in the mountains...

Guess who forgot his sling?

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.

Live to sling another day...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Canada, a land flowing with rocks and open places

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

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Tons of Smooth Rocks Everywhere

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."