Dan Harrison first started riding as a hunter-jumper, but says as soon as he swung a mallet, he was hooked. He began playing professionally in the 1970s and has competed for the U.S. in ten different countries. In 1975, his team at the University of California, Davis won the National Intercollegiate Polo Championship, bringing the tournament’s prestigious trophy to the West Coast for the first time. This launched a streak of wins in seven out of the ten years that followed. He eventually founded the Cascade Polo Club in 1996 and began an instruction program to teach local riders the game, he said, was, “too good to quit and too good not to share.”
“The mystique is attached to the upper class, but this isn’t the queen’s polo,” - Dan Harrison
Story Online & in Bend Magazine/Summer 2016
To feel the wind colder, you step outside. Turn your heart east, and you are faced with mountains tall and sheer, with a frosting of snow on the tippy tops. Turn your heart west, and brush your windy hair from your eyes to see a desert of sand and lonesome dreams. To feel the wind slightly warmer, you step inside. An elephant rumbles at one giant wall, a creepy monkey plays it's cymbals at the window, and a jackrabbit stares at you with one eye near the crackling of a woodstove. Against the opposite wall, a table with found objects placed on top: bits of glass, peculiar rocks, tiny little toys, shotgun shells, anything you might possibly pick up when roaming around in the middle of nowhere...all organized by red, purple, yellow, gray....you follow. This is the Old School House of artist John Simpkins.
Story Online and in 1859/July-August 2016
To get away is to gain the courage to stay.
...with a fishing problem. Rolling around America's great North Star, avoiding grizzlies whilst carrying the deepest yearning to see one.
Once yearly, when the snow starts falling & the eggnog's a bubblin', I host a "Cheesy Goodness Holiday Portrait" photoshoot in my ghetto home.
Between 2009 and 2016, I worked seasonally as a ranger in various parks & wilderness areas. These are their stories.
At its peak, the town reached a population of about 600 in 1910.
"In Chiloquin, Oregon, a tribesman held a hand drum at the Sprague River’s edge. He closed his eyes and readied for the opening prayer at the annual Return of the C’waam Ceremony. The C’waam, also known as the Lost River sucker, has sustained the Klamath tribes during hard times. According to native lore, watchmen stood along the riverbanks to see when the fish would return."
Story Online and in 1859/May-June 2016