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This thing might get weird for a while because I have to keep reminding myself that no one who stumbles on this site will have any backstory. This is trouble because I wrote for a long time under a different name and will have trouble remembering what needs explanation and what doesn’t.

Case in point: I travel a lot for work. Or more precisely I used to travel a ton for work but now that I’m moving into a new position all that will soon change. I do consulting trips where I work with individual businesses and I also conduct group classes but my new role won’t have time for me to be away multiple weeks in a row. That makes this visit the last of its kind for me.

I’m in a town halfway between Portland and Salem Oregon which I thought would be pretty country. Well, it is, but everywhere humans have built things is a bit dubious. I’m sure there are parts that are quite lovely but I haven’t seen them yet. The business is amazing and the people are great but the town not so much so far.

I type this from a LaQuinta because it was the only hotel name I recognized. The other establishments all gave me some form of the creeps. This is no palace but I’m pretty sure that the constantly running toilet would put a damper on any hidden video or audio taping. Not much for them to see or hear unless there is some kind of snore porn that I know nothing about but am open to monetizing.

I got here after dark but I’d bet that the daylight pictures will tell a better story so I’ll try to get some over the next couple days. I might be staying with a large group of drug tourists because this state just said screw it and made everything legal. Most of the plates in the lot are from Washington but that seems like quite a haul to just shoot up or smoke some legal crack but what do I know.