I live in a wonderful part of the country. Within two hours of my home east of Portland, Oregon, I can visit the ocean, high…
Author: Steve Williamson
Like many fantasy authors, I was introduced to the genre when I played my first game of Dungeons & Dragons. It was during a family camping trip in May, 1980, and as myself and two friends sat inside a travel trailer rolling dice and fighting orcs, the air outside became gritty and hard to breathe. It was permeated with the fine gray ash spewing out of Mt. St. Helens which was erupting just sixty miles to the north.
I live in western Oregon in the shadow of another active volcano, Mt. Hood.
Photo: Me in Detroit, Oregon Every season I eagerly await the melting of snow on NF 46 between Ripplebrook Ranger Station and the small resort…
I keep going back to central Oregon and route 218 between Shaniko and Fossil, so there must be something to it. Flawless pavement, well-banked corners, wide open scenery, no traffic — it checks all the boxes.
As is typical for me, starting in January and with increasing intensity through late March, I spend a lot of time daydreaming about motorcycle adventures during the coming riding season. Now that I am quarantined at home due to the Coronavirus pandemic, this two-wheeled cabin fever is hitting me harder than usual.