Ore-Y-Gun; Oregon
This is a guest post by Ti whose blog is at Tarnished Thoughts as part of the Big Blog Swap hosted by 20somethings.
I’m the original “Greenchild”, being born and raised in the Beaver State. My roots can be traced back to the Coquille natives on the southern Oregon coast. My lineage has been Oregonian since before there was even an Oregon. My ancestors never left and I guess that explains why I’ll probably never leave either.
There are a few stereotypes about Oregon and her people that hold some actual merit. Yes, the rain does come down sideways and for months at a time. Yes, we do mock people who actually attempt to use those rinky umbrellas that flip inside out at the first gust of wind. Yes, we love our coffee but you won’t see a true Oregonian sipping the Starbucks java. Yes, we are very earth-friendly and attempt to recycle everything. And yes, we have road rage but reserve it for those who sport a “California” license plate.
I’m basically the average 20-something Oregon girl. I can name more rivers than I have fingers and toes as well as tell you how to get there and where the prime fishing spots are. I can even bait my own hook, catch my own fish, clean it and cook it. I’m frequently found hanging around the Coffee House Café (see, no Starbucks) getting myself a totally organic, vegetarian wrap and a cup of caffeine-free Oregon Chai latte. My favorite beer is Dead Guy Ale from the Rogue River Brewery (Newport, Oregon) and while I’m there I usually pop by a fresh seafood market and pick up Oysters to toss on the BBQ. I love to recycle and become enraged when someone litters the most minute thing, like a gum wrapper. Every Saturday, during football season, I’m checking the online scoreboard for the Oregon Ducks. I wear green & gold with pride. There are several T-shirts in my closet, that should be retired, that have something to do with recycling, beach clean-ups or environmental efforts. I don’t wear flipflops because they become snowboards when the ground is wet but I will run around in my barefeet because I love the way the grass and the mud feels between my toes. I have several pairs of sunglasses but only really use them for the morning commute of sunrise and sunset. My jackets are Columbia Sportswear, Nike and Pendleton. When I drive I’m used to having my windshield wipers on max and have developed keen eyesight in the fog. Anything that has not erupted in the last century is a “hill” and not a “mountain”. I’m amazed at an accurate weather report. The water in Oregon is pristine and yet I buy the big pack from Costco.
Silly about me I guess. Most of my friends in other states tell I’m insane when I can’t throw away a can or when I burn into a rage over someone stapling a concert flyer to a tree trunk. I’m just me; girl, green, Oregon, proud.
Posted: November 20th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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