This is the year where I promised to stop taking Portland for granted and enjoy all it has to offer. In the winter, I rode out towards Mt. Hood to romp around in the snow with the boys from Harlowe and the Great North Woods. In the spring, I capitalized on my newfound ability to get pizza at almost any hour. Now, in the summer, I’ve watched fireworks on Mt. Tabor, drank gin on the Sandy River, and finally visited Lost Lake.
It only took me 3 years.