Some Homeless Campers Have Lived Along the Springwater Corridor for a Decade

They're not sure where they'll go.

On July 15, Portland Mayor Charlie Hales gave an eviction notice to the largest homeless camp in the Pacific Northwest.

The mayor announced that, starting Aug. 1, Portland police would sweep homeless people living along the Springwater Corridor bike trail. As many as 500 people are living along the trail, with the biggest camps in East Portland between Southeast 82nd Avenue and the wetlands of Beggars Tick Wildlife Refuge.

The camps have incited the fury of neighbors as they grew during the past year, becoming one of the largest concentrations of homeless people in the nation.

"We have resisted removing campers from the area because we don't yet have good options for all the people living there," Hales said in a statement. "But public safety and environmental issues have reached a tipping point."

It's unclear where the hundreds of campers will go. Multnomah County just opened a new East Portland shelter, but many of those beds are already taken.

In the week before Hales' announcement, WW visited several camps along the Springwater. Here are three of the people who told us their stories.

Rachel Monahan contributed reporting to this story.


Name: Florida, aka "The President"

Age: 46

The "president" of a 45-tent camp known as Headquarters, the largest camp along the Springwater Corridor, Florida lives next to Johnson Creek and "Mohawk," another veteran. A large U.S. flag hangs from a tree overhead.

Like many campers, Florida is intelligent, resourceful and uses hard drugs—heroin, in his case.

Florida says he holds a B.A. in mechanical engineering. He was a .50-caliber machine gunner in Operations Desert Storm and Desert Shield, he says, but lost his veteran's benefits after lying to military officials.

He puts down a handful of bicycle pedals to grab a piece of freshly grilled steak offered by a neighbor, then scolds a reporter who crushes a Mountain Dew can: "We don't do that here, man." He adds that campers "go deep into Clackamas, Sellwood" to collect aluminum cans.

Florida says local TV news stations often shoot footage of the camp from a spot directly across Johnson Creek, where campers wash clothes and dishes and sometimes bathe. "The neighbors across Johnson Creek hate us," he says, "so they let news crews come."

Where he'll go: Florida has roots in Pittsburgh and Florida, he said, and plans to quit his 35-year drug habit once and for all. "When I leave here," he says, "I'm done with drugs."


Name: Hillary

Age: 48

Hillary and her husband, Joel—who says he's been living "up and down Johnson Creek" for about 13 years—eschew use of last names, like most campers. Married five years, the pair occupy a small tent a few feet from the bike path. They're removed from the ruckus of the main Headquarters camp, where the yelling and screams grow more intense as afternoon turns to twilight.

"Everywhere we go, we plant a garden," Hillary says. "What's the best thing about living here? The garden." A native of Southeast Portland who grew up nearby, Hillary is disabled and receives Social Security benefits. Despite her bad knees and obvious difficulty walking, her care for her jalapeños, tomatoes and sunflowers necessitates a daily walk with buckets down to Johnson Creek for water. She shares her veggies with other campers. "Out here," she says, "we know each other and we respect each other."

Where she'll go: Hillary and Joel aren't sure, though they're certain it will have a garden. "I want to see the rest of Oregon, heard it's beautiful," Joel says. "I ain't seen the ocean yet."


Name: Sam Blaga

Age: 39

Calmly munching on a burrito on a park bench in front of Beggars Tick Wildlife Refuge, Sam Blaga recounts the car accident and string of events that led him from being housed and employed full-time to living in his car nearby.

"It all started with a little vacation," says Blaga, whose easygoing tone and steady gaze are notable in an area where drug use is the norm. "Some girl hit me, hurt my lower back." After that: loss of job, stolen wallet, stolen truck, a move to a vacant house, then to his car.

"I was saving money to buy a house, but now I'm starting all over again," he says. "[Homelessness] is kind of like a circle, a never-ending circle. On the streets, it seems like I'm just getting shut down, nonstop."

Where he'll go: "To tell the truth, I don't have a plan," Blaga says. "It does feel really weird. I have nothing in my mind—blankness."

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