The drive down to Portland was a mere 3 hours and contained only a handful of agitated minutes as I hit the inevitable city traffic and got mildly lost on some sort of ferry ass road. I will forever associate Portland with green steel bridges as the city seems to be held together by those ugly bastards. When the light pours through the beams and
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finally!
i tried to ski once. once.
then there's the time Miller called ski patrol because he hurt his thumb.
good times.
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