#Christmas The Cascades Oregon

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Things to Do in Sisters, Oregon, for the Second Half of This Year

Nestled within the magnanimous Cascade Mountains, Sisters is a quaint town renowned for its vibrant community events and scenic beauty. There are many things to do in Sisters, Oregon, one of them being attending their annual events, all of which take place every year. The town remains enthralling with the plethora of fascinating events honoring arts, culture, and local heritage even in the second half of the year. Continue reading to know the events that you should not miss as this year nears the end.

Sisters Festival of Books (13th to 15th September, 2024)

The Sisters Festival of Books (SFOB) is a literary enthusiast's paradise. This three-day event takes place in September, in some cases, early October, and brings readers, authors, and publishers together to celebrate literature and storytelling. Attendees can enjoy author readings, poetry and story discussions, author events, meet & greets, and workshops. You can get opportunities to attend a locally famous chef’s dinner in any of the local indie bookstores and dine with some of the authors. SFOB is one of the best must-visit events in Sisters, Oregon, whether you are a hardcore reader or simply looking for inspiration.

Sisters Folk Festival (27th to 29th September, 2024)

In Central Oregon, the Sisters Folk Festival is one of the most eagerly awaited occasions. This three-day multi-genre music festival offers seven stages of artists performing folk, bluegrass, blues, and Americana music with the breathtaking mountain backdrop. The festival features both national and local performers, so there is something for everyone to enjoy. Apart from the musical performances, there are also community jam sessions, workshops, and art exhibits. People from all over the region come together to celebrate music and culture at the Sisters Folk Festival.

Sisters Harvest Faire (12th to 13th October, 2024)

As autumn arrives, the tradition for more than 40 years, Sisters Harvest Faire, is the ideal way to celebrate the season. This two-day event features several arts, crafts, and food vendors from the Pacific Northwest. Considering things to do in Sisters, Oregon, you can visit around this time as well. As you can browse handcrafted jewelry, pottery, textiles, and gourmet treats while listening to live music. This fall festival is more of a community tradition with everyone participating in it, letting visitors enjoy. You can support local artisans or find unique gifts for the holiday season.

Holiday Celebration (30th October, 2024)

The Sisters Holiday Celebration is a wonderful way to begin the holiday season. There will be a tree-lighting ceremony, holiday crafts, caroling, and a visit from Santa Claus at the event. Book a spot for your family to watch the parade in the exquisitely decorated downtown area, which resembles a winter wonderland. It is the ideal time to shop for Christmas by shopping locally for Small Business Saturday, with the shops offering exclusive discounts.

Explore Sisters can plan a holiday for you and your family during this time, keeping in mind these things to do in Sisters. Whether you are a resident or a visitor, the second half of the year is still jam-packed with activities and events in Sisters, Oregon. Mark your calendars and enjoy everything this beautiful town has to offer!

[vahlee]

Several years prior, massive city-wide gunfights over land and resources had broken out between the Yamamoto Clan under Watasimo's leadership and an enemy clan, and then between that clan and the Portland Police and Oregon National Guard.

The Portland Wars of 2019 overtook the entire city, resulting in the deaths of just under four-hundred people. The fighting began on Christmas and lasted for three months straight, just in time for the Covid-19 pandemic. It was broadcast live globally, immortalized by media, becoming the deadliest event in Portland's history.

Pyrrha inhales deeply, shutting her eyes and surrendering to the cascading water. The warmth of the liquid eases her weary muscles, granting her a precious moment of solace. In this fleeting instant, she releases her pent-up fury, embracing a profound serenity that engulfs her being.

The rivulets of water glide down her chest, their gentle touch accentuating the presence of her scar. It stretches across her clavicle, a jagged mark that extends to the hollow between her breasts, still visible, still painful, even after nine years.

Pyrrha had found herself gasping for breath with a piece of metal all the way through her chest, and Ree, an innocent bystander at the time, had carried Pyrrha to an ambulance. The medics were able to save her, removing the metal in her chest and sowing her shut. Pyrrha had spent months recovering, with daily visits from Ree, forging a bond unbreakable by death itself.

Ree is the only thing more important to Pyrrha than the clan. A quiet woman with a heart so pure, it would humble even the most feared leader.

As she dries herself off, she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes gravitate towards the scar, and with delicate fingertips, she caresses its surface, contemplating the stories it holds.

War takes more than just life.

Under her dark blue robe, Pyrrha wears a nightgown gifted to her by her late husband Jaune. A good man, killed by gravity, by her paralysis, by her weakness.

[lettersfromleslie]

GIVING THANX / TAKING TO THE ROAD / SHIFTIN GEAR TO EVERGREEN

Long time no write! I'm reporting from the great Northwest, from Seattle WA, where Ariel and I have a fresh lease going on a big creaky 100-yr-old house high up on a hill with the Cascades loomin on clear days as well as old Mt Rainier, ol snowy Tahoma, off in the distance peekable from the bus I take into town for my daily yodeling. That's right… Not in New York anymore, for the time being. We're over in the other gutter of the great American pinball machine.

America, America… In the spirit of Thanksgiving -- thanky for being here, by the way -- let's write about America, or what's left of her, that great land my luv and I have been pinballing thru all year. Bout time I put in a personal note on the new shape of me life. It's been over a year since I last wrote - there's no need to fill in all blanks… My finger healed over the winter of '22-'23, which I survived thanx to a goofy gig selling Christmas trees in a freezing hut in Long Island City, and the springtime was a hectic whirl of almost daily park busking and running around.

The summer, though…! We had us a long, crazy summer this year driving a great big loop around the whole of the USA in search of, ya know, the land, the story, what goes on. The reason for it was really just a desire on both our parts for change & motion after over 10yrs stuck in the meat marathon of NYC. With the lifeclock ticking, our housing situation held together with bits of string, and a fairly empty calendar (a rare phenomenon in NYC, the always-something-coming vortex calendar being really a sneaky causer of inertia somehow), we figured the time was right to find out what the rest of the land was like, do the classic American road trip, and maybe post up somewhere new for a while at the end of it. So we gave it all up - left our tallboy Molson with friends, sold & gave away most of our belongings, and gave up our timewarp shithole of an apartment in Bed-Stuy, our old 1890s screaming rustpipe waterheater brick roach cigsmoke bar noise timewarp shithole - quintessential shithole - bye bye to 742 Myrtle Ave!

We dumped what was left of our belongings with Ariel's folks in Tupper Lake NY and from there we hit the road: Pennsylvania, West Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Utah, Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, Nebraska, greatly speeding up by this point for the last rip thru Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and old New York.

Picturesque description I gave ya there, eh? Alright, what can I say… We camped all the way in our wee tent, with occasional motel stops when weather, personal hygiene, or exhuastion demanded, and I tried my damnedest to yodel for as much gas money as possible along the way. I had all my busking kit on me… Picture Ariel dumping me in some downtown and me trying to figure out where I was most likely to encounter that rare beast, the Mainland American on Foot. Oh, I don't know - listen, I'm not gonna give you the Jack Kerouac routine right now, maybe someday - a few months ago I tried writing a big long rambling rant about the whole thing and what I thought of it and what it was all like and I couldn't do it. I think maybe that's because it was a personal sort of trip, really a trip between me and the lil lady and the world that we were trying to say hello to in the moment. And now we're somewhere new and really that's what I want to think about, not the hallucinatory effects of watching the land unscroll thru a windshield for 10.000 miles. There's all this other stuff to talk about!

The land is large - let's leave at that. Nature abounds yet, and room to spread out. We saw the moose, the bunny, the eagle, the whale. The very large tree. The tumbleweed, the roadrunner. The Mystery Hole, the Hole N' the Rock. We hung out with all kinds of different people in diners and parkinglots, redneck Trump bars and lefty bookshops, libertarian coffee wagons, Walmarts and farmers markets and sketchy casino pyramid hotels - etc etc - and found everyone a lot easier to get along with than you'd ever know if you receive your worldview from the internet.

I found that busking is a tricky art in most of the USA. Spots are limited and attitudes are ambivalent. Either it's great or it's terrible. Farmers markets are good. Tourist areas are hit and miss. Special shout to Asheville NC tho for the most receptive and generous crowds I've ever found anywhere. Wild Jul 4th weekend it was.

I'll save the details for my novel or whatever. After a good long rest in Tupper Lake NY at the end of the road - and a brief stint in NYC in September - we put our heads together to plan the next move. It can be a downright diabolical thing to be put in a position where you have no real ties - no apartment in Brooklyn anymore, our stuff pared down to the bare minimum, no fixed work - and are called on to make one choice out of millions. We could go back to New York and find a new apartment, of course, but we both had this idea that it was time to try something new. Weeks of fretting led us to reluctantly admit that the Northwest had an incredible pull. Reluctantly on account of the outrageous distance we'd have to drive yet again to get there , this time with whatever worldly possessions we could fit into our car - our trusty lil Atilla the Hyundai - as well as our poor cat, Molson, who would be subjected to five days of driving and cheap motels smelling of the ghosts of a million dogs. And it'd also put us pretty well out of touch with our circles, our friends, our family, our constellations of Guitar Boys (an all-gender and all-instrument category, by the way). But all can be done…

(By the way: I'll still be yodeling in New York! I left my busking rig with a buddy and I'm making plans to travel back and forth!)

The Northwest won out for its artistic history, the seafaring vibes - ( whales !!! giant octopus !!! ) - the poltics & prosperity, and above all the absolutely outrageous nature surrounding it ( mountains !!! ) - we'd spent a downright spiritual five days camping in the Hoh Rainforest on the Olympic Peninsula during our travels, were amazed again driving thru Twin-Peaks-land on our way back eastwards thru the Cascades passes, misty surly mysterious mountains and o so mossy. We didn't expect to be able to afford anything really in Seattle Seattle but figured we'd wind up somewhere in its orbit - maybe Tacoma, Everett, Olympia, Snohomish, Bainbridge Isle. We gave ourselves ten days to find a spot. We were lucky enough to have a trusting relative on deck to help co-sign, on account of our joblessness & general jankiness.

Ten frantic days zooming around town and back to our teeny AirBnB and by now fairly pissed-off cat. Against all odds, and in the nick of time, a sketchy, photo-less Craigslist ad turned out to be the real thing - a big old creaky wooden house right in the middle of the good part of Seattle at a price we could afford. The only catch was its condition - it'd been left vacant for three years and was in many ways crumblin.

Which I enjoy! Cleaning, painting, ripping up old carpets, fixing fridges, replacing faucets, clearing out brambles & blackberries … bringing a wheezy ol house back to life. Be even better if we actually owned the place, but whatever. Big joys in having tangible work to do. The kind where you do it and you can see that what you've done has improved things. Nothing like fixing a stovetop hood extractor fan to get you feelin like a bigboyman.

With the hectic part now more or less behind us, we've been starting on regular life again, for lack of a better phrase… Working at what we do. Ariel's been oscillating somewhat frantically between pottery and sewing and drawing, and I've been at large in old Seattle yodeling hither and thither and seeing what can be made of the music scene out here. That'll be the story next time… What It's Like. Won't be as long of a wait on that one.

In the meantime … in spite of this country's frequent insanity, inanity, and downright insidiousness, in full knowledge of her appalling past and in the pain and destruction she finances, endorses, and covers for in the present … her sheer toxic dickishness, if we're being honest … I find myself thankful for this bloody pinball wreckingball machine USA, and especially the people in it, who have hearts the size of monster trucks. Americans - for what you have, for what hasn't yet been taken away, give thanks, give thanks! Everyone - well, god help us!! Give thanks anyway!!

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Irony Feeds Divinity Chapter 1

Irony Feeds Divinity Chapter 1

Irony Feeds Divinity – Chapter 1 The Book of The Black-Eyed Sarabaite 1 December 16th, 1972 – Somewhere in Central Oregon. Only nine days before Christmas in the Cascade Mountains, a baby-shit green Plymouth Fury station wagon blasts through a never ending assault of snowflakes just like the hard man driving would imagine it looks like if some sort of ship flew blind through outer space.…

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This PWP has turned out to be a lot longer than I'd intended (big surprise there 🙄) but hopefully I'll have it done by tomorrow. Oh, and I couldn't decide on a name so it's getting two... Best Laid Plans: Christmas in the Cascades (because Oregon seemed the most logical place for two L.A.-ites to go for a snowy holiday)

Working on the "I can keep you warm" prompt for mf bingo xmas edition...set in the future of my Secret-verse.

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!"

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow.

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're stuck out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to head into town for supplies after unpackin'."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper.

"Yes, Spike."

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