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.
I cared for my parents from 2006 until 2017, and I have stories to tell. I cry, a lot, like every day, or I tear up, bracing the flood gates from opening. If I envision my mother on her death bed, me at her side watching her life fade, then there’s no chance in hell...
I went on a ruck, the first since having moved my cheese into the woods. Unpacking, organizing, and making a nest continues, but the forest called out to me, and I answered by putting boots on the ground. My decision to take a hiking pole paid off during ascents and...
I’m embarking on a life-changing journey to Country Life, Oregon. Unless the buyer of my home in Suburbia, USA drops a bombshell on the deal, closing on the transaction happens at the end of June. I’ve been ordering dumpsters to lighten my life of possessions,...