Kenny HarrisonDispatches from Fishhawk Lake
I Moved My Cheese
I don’t detest suburbia; instead, I loathe the machinations generated by the general population: noise pollution, the neutering of civility, and behaviors undermining fundamental, human decencies. To save my sanity, I moved my cheese into the woods. Now what?
How I Became a Full-Time Lake Dweller
I’d deliberated on the pros and cons of moving my cheese into the woods, considering the rurality and remoteness of the Birkenfeld-Mist-Jewell communities nestled on the eastern slopes of the Northern Oregon Coastal Range. I decided to move to the lake when an opportunity arose, unexpectedly, to sell my house in the city. The lake presented an ecosystem to facilitate the process I had chosen for healing myself.
From my front door to the Astoria Food Co-Op is a 70-minute drive, if I don't pull over for roadside photogrpahy.
Mornings on snow days at the lake are best spent drinking bold coffee, munching on buckwheat Belgium waffles, and sitting in front of the wood stove. After the dishes are washed, it's time to bundle up, lace up the snow boots, and head outside for a walkabout and chat...
I put my life on hold from 2006 to 2017 to care for my ailing elderly parents. I had a family obligation to honor a Japanese custom of providing care and a safe home for one’s parents. I’m an only child, accepting the facts of the situation that I must take care of my...