Off the trail through the Tualatin Hills Nature Park, a well beaten path leads through brush and briar to abandoned freight tracks. The rails a yummy orange-yellow, the moss a grocer's green. Mud shows at least two fresh tracks, plus mine. Crumpled cans, shitty graffiti, and quiet when I walked through carrying my skateboard and bag. Definitely woulda been stopped and searched; looking like some paint-slinging skate punk.
-"I bring you flower"
-"I bring you ice cream"
Campfire remnants, squattin' mat, halo figure graffiti
