The scene: Timberline (timberlinelodge.com) sits
high on glaciated Mount Hood, offering stunning views and year-round
skiing on its upper section. Summer is the busiest time here, as n
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If you spent the last few decades skiing, you may have
missed the analog-game renaissance. Led by efficient and humorless
German visionaries like Reiner Knizia and Klaus Teuber, board games are
32 ways to distract yourself during the dark days to come.
Only the strong survive Stumptown winters with all their
marbles in the bag. Even those who claim to love the rainy season know
that the gray, low-hanging clouds always transform from familiar fri
A WW correspondent learns to keep her beer off the curling rink.
The Evergreen Curling Club posts three rules by the rink.
First, shake hands. Second, if you win, clean the ice. And third,
winners buy the first round of drinks.
final rule pretty well e
No matter how black the diamond, no matter how radical the
route, most skiers are total uphill pussies who, were it not for the
marvels of technology, wouldn’t even be able to summit a bunny hil
A brandy-fueled test slide on the newfangled sleds.
As a young lad coming of age in my
Fortress of Solitude on the steep slopes of Cooper Mountain, there was
no thrill greater than snowfall. The streets and the hilly local vacant
lot were instant
Our mountain-bike scene sorta sucks. The Lumberyard helps.
People move to Portland with high expectations for all
things outdoors. Ask Will Heiberg. A decade ago, Heiberg, now 44, moved
here from Washington, D.C., expecting the best of Western life. Mostl
Why he loves living here, and why Portlandia plays it safe.
When Fred Armisen became a Portland resident about a year
ago, he chose a place to live not too different from the kind you’d
expect for a New Yorker. Last spring, the actor and co-creator of th
The Portland poet has shaped a redemption narrative from a troubled, restless life.
Portland poet Johnny No Bueno smokes a
cigarette and laughs with a friend outside of Backspace in Old Town,
reminiscing about hopping rail cars and the dangerous life he’d once
led. “I was s