Montana, Montana... Montana. I'm coming back.

That's why the call it "Big Sky" country.

Future Residence?

Another crappy fishing spot, courtesy of the American West.

Montana Clothes Line.

Missoula

Some place better.

Happiness is... fly-fishing in Montana.

Interesting People

Noah:

Noah was a guy I met in Yellowstone. He was fly-fishing in the rain and didn't really know what he was doing, so I traded some tips with him. I told him how to roll-cast, so he could fish under a bridge, out of the weather, and he told me about where some semi-secret hot springs were in Yellowstone, so I could stop smelling like a road-trip. He lives out of his van; an old Volkswagen bus. He said he was from Southern California and that he kind of "bounced around" and that he was working for the Sierra Club on an anti-coal mining operation near Yellowstone. He said he like having the extra alone time to write music and read. Interesting guy. Very chill. Very SoCal.



Dick:

Dick is about 50. He called himself "Old Bones" on account of his need for serious padding when camping in a tent. We were both at the same campground outside of Yellowstone. He proudly showed me how he had individual plastic containers for each of the camping necessities. One bin for food, one for tent and blankets, etc. I think he was a drifter operating under the guise of an outdoorsman/camper. Decent guy, but a little nervous. (side note: there was a couple from England honey mooning there, they wanted to see the great American west, especially Custer Battlefield)



Dylan:

I encountered Dylan at a fishing spot just Northwest of Yellowstone. He was wrestling with his dad and drinking a beer at just before 8 a.m. He asked me what I was fishing with and it was a lewer I had acquired years ago from a patient; it was handmade out of glass and looked like a fish egg so I thought it might have a chance. It did. It got several bites, but it was too big for them to take, so it only went upriver for a a few feet before they spit it out.
It all started with him giving me a hard time about driving a mid-size car (Montana is all SUVs) for no reason at all. I made some comments about him passing judgement and being self-righteous and religion or something along those lines. We got along really well. He offered me a beer and I said no so we talked about fishing instead. It turns out he works for an organization that rebuilds rivers in order to have the ecosystem go back to semi-normal, a gig he landed after finishing school out east. This guy totally hooked me up. He told me the whole scoop on how to fish different rivers and even gave me several different flies and taught me how to tie a line for Montana trout streams- two flies of specific bulk and floating or sinking capacity at a certain distance apart.  Awesome. Caught even more after that.

Charlie Rock

En route to St. Paul, I stopped in Bozeman, Montana, to do some fly-fishing. The fishing was poor, so I went to a local bar/restaurant for dinner. I sat next to a guy with a cowboy hat at the bar and after I ordered some chow, I noticed the bill of this guy's cowboy hat in my peripheral vision a few times- he kept looking at me. When I looked back at him, there was a flash of recognition.

"Second week of September, last year, west side of the Gallatin, south of the bridge," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"Do you drive a white Ford? A diesel?" I asked.

"Yeah." He looked worried for a moment.

"In the second week of September last year, did you meet a guy who was fishing on the west side of the Gallatin river, just south of the bridge, who was from Minnesota and on his way to Oregon?" I asked again.

"It's a small world." he said.



The guy's name is Charlie Rock (prefers to be called CJ), and he is a professional fly-fishing guide. He operates out of The Tackle Shop in Ennis, Montana, and he's a good guy- gave me some fishing tips when I met him on the Gallatin in the fall of 11' for no reason besides wanted to help out. And the tips worked.

If you are looking for a fishing guide in Montana, contact The Tackle Shop at 406-682-4263 and tell them you want to have Charlie Rock take you fishing. He knows what he's doing.

Moving To Portland, Oregon, Without A Job

Moving to Portland, Oregon, without a job is a really, really, really bad idea. But, you might get lucky. 

So many people are moving to Portland without jobs that I think a few strangers will find this, so I've written this post with those strangers in mind.

Things you should know:

I just showed up in Portland one day. Did I try to find a job here before I came? Yes, but as soon as employers found out I was living in MN, I was dropped. That wasn't enough to deter me, so I drove out.  After the magical adventure of finding a place to live, the job hunt began. It was instantly frustrating. One honest conversation I had with a local human resources person was revealing: She told me there is such a surplus of people looking for work in Portland that someone who does not live in the immediate area will not be considered unless they have a great deal of experience in a niche field. Here's the thing: I have a great deal of experience in a niche medical profession. And the degree and a high GPA and the letters of recommendation from everyone I've ever worked for and all that stuff, so I thought I would take the chance and come out. None of my qualifications matter here.

I have been able to find part-time work, but that story is coming later.

Other things you should know:

I didn't bother with a traditional move. I packed what I believe to be the necessities of my life into a Civic and simply drove to Portland. I didn't bring big items because I would not make the assumption that things would work out in Portland, and I'm glad I didn't. The employment situation in the Pacific Northwest was, and still is, dire. So is the vacancy rate for apartments. Perhaps you know all that. I knew that before I drove out, but I wanted to live in the PNW for years, the timing was perfect for me on a personal level, and Portland was my best bet for carving out a life in this part of the country. And I believe in taking chances because it's fun and you learn. Does some of that sound familiar?

Did I really try to find a job or am I one of those twits that moved to Portland in order to retire?

I approached finding a job as though it were my job. I was disappointed to find that three months after moving to Portland, I could not even get an interview. Did I try online options? Yes. Even Craigslist? Yes. Did you try the "gigs" section of Craigslist (which is stalked all day by people here) just to get by? Yes. Temp agencies? Yes, and I got one call from one agency. I tried to call them back for days and they wouldn't answer the phone or return my messages. Walk in a store with a resume? Yes. Get so frustrated you might have smudged your resume? Yes. Were you looking for a career-track type gig or just anything? Both. I applied for public positions with local government and for jobs carrying bricks and running shovels. I did this every day and after three months, the chances of finding a job seemed akin to finding a unicorn on Mars that can play the oboe while translating The Iliad into Ojibway. Then my air mattress popped.

For the love of sleep and money and their symbiosis:

My air mattress was quite comfortable until the morning I woke up with my ass on the floor and my feet in the air and one arm entirely numb from the contorted position I slowly sank into as the air leaked out of it overnight. You've been there. It's not good. When I woke up in that position my miserly mindset was immediately ditched. I found The Mattress Lot online and it was blocks away.

I went to the store, found a really good full-size mattress and box-spring with a frame for about $200. And they agreed to deliver it later that afternoon. The rest goes like this:



Delivery Guy: "Where are you from?"

Me: "Minnesota."

"So you just drove into town because you wanted to live here?"

"Yes."

"You see that delivery truck?"

"Yes."

"Could you drive that?"

"A panel truck is no problem."

"I own the company and I'm looking for a delivery guy. Do you want a job?"

"Yes."


And then I became the Delivery Guy.  Working at The Mattress Lot was great. I was treated incredibly well by the company's owners, Michael and Mary Ruth Hanna, who know a lot about being unemployed and taking chances. I even had the bonus of enjoying my coworkers, all of whom are fun and hard-working.

Side note: Michael delivers mattresses on a bicycle, which makes him nuts or a raging Portlander.The Jury is still out.

I am grateful for that job- it allowed me to float. But my hours there were part-time and I need full-time, so I'm playing the unemployment odds and heading to the Midwest. Or, wherever I can get full-time hours. Know someone who's hiring anywhere?

At the end of it...

While things occasionally fall right into place, like having a really good part-time job delivered to your door along with a really good bed, that's probably not going to happen for you if you just show up in Portland like I did. Keep in mind that the entire time I worked at The Mattress Lot, I was looking for full-time work in the Pacific Northwest, of any kind, and only received one interview after applying to hundreds of jobs.

Obviously, Portland and the PNW have a number of wonderful things about them. If Portland wasn't a decent place, people wouldn't be driving into town every day. However, if you're like me when it comes to work and prefer traditional employment over part-time work or running your own business, you'd better think twice about moving to Portland without a job. Get a job in Portland before you come out, or be heavily connected with people here who can help you get a job once you arrive. If you don't, you will have a rough go of it.

But then again, you might get lucky.


Check out these other posts about Portland:

Portland in hindsight


Observations of Portland





You're probably going anyway, so don't forget one of these:

My Favorite Vices

I've been roaring drunk on novelty and exploration and observation for a good while.


There will be more posts in the future, and they may include stories of the past 8 months. Or not.

Observations of Portland/ Differences.

- A homeless guy busts out a flip phone and starts texting someone. Homeless people are common and surprisingly friendly (for obvious reasons). Sometimes it's as if they chose an extremely different lifestyle.

- People are lean and beautiful here. Health is often first priority in people's lives.

- In a bar people will chat you up all night. In the street no one makes eye contact.

- Hunters are nervous about admitting they like to hunt for fear of being lectured about animal rights.

- People speak openly in public about using heavy drugs such as heroin, cocaine, etc

- People don't ask you what you do for a living. They ask you how you are doing. And they mean it.

- There is a heavy contingent of Californians here, most from Los Angeles and most are really, really fun.

- Everyone drives the speed limit. That is irritating.

- I never see police. When I do, they are in a squad car. Never on foot or horseback.

- Bicycles are everywhere, EVERYWHERE. And they get out of the way.

- You can buy beer at the gas station... on Sunday. Be jealous.

- The only place I see someone in a suit is at the bank.

- I rarely see churches.

- It always smell like a breezy greenhouse because that's what this whole place is.

- Being able to fix things is rare in most circles.

- Most apartment complexes have an exterior entrance for each apartment, like motels, but it's normal.

- Most people are really, really nice. That being said, it is difficult for people to take the step from small talk to making plans to hang out.

- Many people are warning me about the winters here. Benchmark is what? Yeah.

More later.

In the Oregon Woods

The woods are so thick that you can be in a relatively dark area one minute and then direct sunlight the next.

Jurassic Park or Oregon?

Moss on the trees

That water is 3 feet deep

Bits of Portland

There are little pieces of art like this everywhere in Portland. This one is a label someone painted and stuck to a light pole.

Ice rink inside the mall

VW Bus, The Turbo Version

Oregon Convertible

The two most popular modes of transportation

Portland Saturday Market

Puppet Master/ Street performer at Saturday Market

Pinball machines are in every bar, and I made sure to check before making that claim.

Fall in Portland: Red leaves on the ground next to growing grass

Vivid colors everywhere

Murder on the Mountain

"Heeeeeeeere's Johnny!"

 Remember a movie called "The Shining" where Jack Nicholson played a writer who agreed to be a caretaker for a lodge over the winter? It's the movie where he loses his mind and eventually hacks through a door with an axe, trying to kill his family, and says, "Heeeeeere's Johnny!"

That movie was filmed at a place called Timberline Lodge with is about an hour east of Portland in the mountains. I went there today with my roommate and it was incredible.

There wasn't anything mentioned about the film in the building, but there is some of the best hand-made furniture and beam-work I have ever seen in my life. It was built by a huge crew of unemployed young people during the Great Depression. They were members of the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps).

The Timberline Lodge as it is today... through the fog.

Creepy Hallways

Creepy Kids

Creepy Doors

Since this is the only semi-morbid blog post, I thought I would post this nice note I found in the Tillamook forest, west of Portland. It reads "Dead Dog. Found in creek between big rocks. We ate him. 9-10-11."

There could be a false sentence in that quote, but it's hard to read that tiny picture.

The Oregon Coast

The Oregon coast is beyond description. Click on the slides to see more pictures.

Getting a place to live in Portland is... interesting.

When you just drive into town and need a place to live, you are often at the mercy of Craigslist. Here are some good ads:

#1

--House dinner once a week, communal food staples, People's Co-Op membership.
--Friends come over for events such as arts n crafts, singing and guitar playing, cooking and baking (!!!), etc.
--Roommate 1 owns a coffee plant named Moises.
--Roommate 2 is in a ukulele band.
--Space for projects and hugs.
--No cats.

 

 #2

$400 Felony friendly , coed, not on bus line. Utilities included.

#3

Where I live. I found a great room and my housemate is excellent. So are the dogs. I'll be here until my apartment is ready, which should be very soon. All is well. Time to explore Portland some more.

Oregon- East of Portland

Goodbye, Twin Cities!