Portland. Week 2.

What can I say about my last week in Portland? It mainly consisted of Melanie and I were working on our zine project and and took breaks in between by going to Sauvie Island (going to the Pumpkin Patch and through a corn maze), continuing my Twin Peaks Marathon and walking through Portland’s last heat wave before the leaves started to change. It is officially fall. My favorite time of the year, so I must say I was a bit sad to leave Portland not only because I had to say bye to my best friend but because the streets were so beautifully covered with their gold leaves. Although Portland may not be my favorite city in the world it has been the happiest I have been in quite awhile. To hang out with Melanie everyday and work on our Zine was not only fun but therapeutic and exactly what I needed. And most importantly we finished! Hopefully we will have details soon as to how to acquire it. Most times we were apprehensive about this goal upon finishing. Once we did, we looked at each other bewildered and 5 minutes later I was hugging Melanie bye on her front porch and I was off to Seattle. But here are a few pictures from this past week.

♥Hope Sandoval and the warm inventions- Suzanne♥


Nakai Dine’e for life!


Sauvie Island Pumpkin Patch


I literally stared at this pumpkin for 20 minutes debating if I should buy it. I sadly decided not to but I took a pic of it.


Lost in the corn maze




One of the great props that I slept next to for a week and half in an awesome Portland studio downtown. Thanks to Bradley and his wonderful studio/art props 😛

portland morning

Portland morning view from Chinatown


Did we or did we not? That is the question. (Note: We didn’t, it was too cold on the island but not for others if you get my drift)


Cute. Melanie and Bradley.


Waiting in line for Voodoo Doughnuts.


Cut and Pasted with love ❤ (Cover of our zine) “Empower yoself before you wreck yoself: Native American Feminist Musings. Vol. 1”


One of Melanie’s pieces entitled “Romance me at Wounded Knee.”


One of my pieces “Urban Indian Guilt.”

Portland. Week 1 ish.

I can’t believe it has been 3 years since I’ve been on a plane.

Last Monday when I flew into Portland, it was dark and calm. To see the glittering world below me was breathtaking and surreal (I’m one of those people that could stare out of the window of a plane, train or bus for 5 hours). I then thought to myself “I’m finally doing what I want for the first time in 3 years!” This week although not as fast pace has went by really fast, mostly because I’m still getting accustomed to living out of two bags for the next 3 or 4 months.

Portland was my first stop and first priority because of Ms. Melanie aka one of my favorite people on this planet, therefore it had to be one of my first stops upon exploring this planet. So far, it has been interesting, mostly consisting of figuring out what to eat and finishing our zine (which has been mostly us figuring out how work a printer we got for free that is probably 15 years old). But it was free, so…. five days later, some tricky printer downloads and the world’s heaviest Shakespeare book ever, some duck tape and some expired ink, we got the printer running. Also I finally started watching Twin Peaks and reading Eat, Pray, Love 😛 (yes). I love this whole having time on my hands thing.

But here’s some picks from the past week which include a first stop to Powell’s of course, one of Mel’s favorite stores the Peculiarium (think if Ed Wood were to open a store or how his bedroom would probably look) a hike up Wind Mountain which was pretty nice and entertaining (got to see Mountain St. Helens from one side of the Mountain and Mt. Adams on the other) also we made it to the Japanese Gardens.

♥Julie Ruin- Tania♥

They’re all self published. Word. My 2nd favorite place in Portland. Powell’s Bookstore. Books galore.

Portland Japanese Gardens


Portland Zen Gardens

My best friend is brown and listens to hip hop and she likes scary Alien Autopsy photo booths, Sasquatch and conspiracy theories . Yii.

Scared of aliens since my brother’s “unsolved mysteries,” aliens phase in the 90’s. So I was trying to be strong.


Native Homegrrlz 😀

Hiking Wind Mountain.The Beginning of the Trail of doom aka Steep Hill Central aka the hiking level is pretty light aka buckets of sweat aka Catch your breath Mountain

Ya know just two Navajo girls hiking a Mountain.The top was so worth it. To see the Columbia River, Mount St. Helens and Mount Adams from the Top. I think I might have a crush on you, Pacific Northwest.



A fellow hiker who found his zen and had an endless abundance of hilarious one liners. Too many to list.

The Walk back down…


Although, I technically left yesterday for the Pacific Northwest, I feel as though my journey started when I went to Shonto to visit my Grandma. Therefore, I thought I would share some photos of my visit to where my mother, grandmother and great grandmother are from. Just a little insight as to who I am and where my maternal family comes from.

♥ Bruce Springsteen: I’m on fire ♥

remember who you are

Shonto Canyons

Shonto Canyons- Pictures courtesy of April Saylor

Shonto September 2014-63

Cow Springs en route to Shonto. An abandoned gas station where I used to buy orange push up pops from when I was younger.

Cow Springs en route to Shonto. An abandoned gas station where I used to buy orange push up pops from when I was younger.


Whenever I contemplate the idea of starting a blog, I get embarrassed. I become bashful of the thought of putting my life out there and having strangers (although I love that wonderful breed that are strange people) seeing moments of my life and journey that may or may not be life changing. Although, I can be an open book with those close to my heart, it can be unsettling to put my life out there. However, right now I am starting something new. Yesterday I officially left for my trip of who knows or what lays ahead of me. I know there will be friends, rain, beaches, anxiety (good and bad), good food, laughter and I’m pretty sure LOTS of moments of me nerding out over the dumbest things. But what I crave and miss in my life is the latter. With this journey/trip/experience/existential crisis (you can call it what you want), I want to go back to just being a goofy girl finding happiness and pleasures in the smallest things. Whether it be staring out the window of an airplane looking out at the vast, amber light horizon or waking up and being excited about what I see out the window regardless if it’s a rainy day.

Most people have been asking why am I doing this. To put it in the simplest terms it is this. What do I want to achieve through this backpacking experience? A Cultural/Spiritual experience.

Where am I going?

The Pacific Northwest (Portland and Seattle), Seoul, South Korea and Southeast Asia.

Why am I writing/starting this blog?

I have 3 main reasons why I am starting this blog;

1.To calm my mom down

2.To share with other Navajo/Native American girls out there that yes, our world in the Southwest is important but it is important to explore other cultures and to travel the world.

3.Have something documented for my myself and family to look back upon when I finally become a real adult with you know, responsibilities and stuff.

♥ Elliott Smith: Rose Parade ♥

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