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Snow Therapy at Dutchman Flats: How to treat the late-winter blues with outdoor exercise

Endorphins, sunshine and inspiring views — always a sure recipe for lifting me out of the winter blahs. I've always been addicted to the rush of fresh oxygen and the healthy buzz I get from working up a sweat in the outdoors. It admittedly keeps me sane and helps me work through things, stimulates creative ideas and releases the stress of the week or the day.
This Sunday, I had plans to explore the trails off Dutchman Flats with a mountain-biking buddy of mine, Keith Young. Before we left town for the trip that morning, I was having a case of the March blues. There was a sinking feeling of unease and lack of motivation pumping through my veins, a mental devil on my shoulder trying to talk me into sitting on the couch staring out the window all day.

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What's a Jimmer? The quiet, white awesomeness of the nation's seemingly invisible leading scorer

Even if you're a Sportscenter loyalist and fancy yourself a devoted college basketball fan, there's a good chance you've never actually seen this Jimmer Fredette guy play. Sure, you've seen a few highlight reels of the BYU guard tossing in shots from three rows deep in the stands, but you've never actually seen an entire BYU game, have you?
Outside of a few fragments of that top-ten matchup with San Diego State a few weeks back and some of last year's NCAA tournament, I don't think I've seen that much actual game footage of Jimmer and BYU in action, either. And that's weird, because not only is their point guard dropping a nation-leading 27.9 points per game, but his team was shockingly close to nailing down a number one seed in the tournament.

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Ode to Packy and Dr. Matt Maberry

Last week, I had the great pleasure of writing a book dedication that was – like my last column on the Vandervert Family – another “labor of love.” Pat Maberry, wife and companion of my dear old friend Dr. Matt Maberry from my OMSI/zoo days has with the help of author, Michelle Trappen, developed a wonderful book about his days as the “mid-wife” for Packy, the baby elephant that put the Portland Zoological Gardens (now the Oregon Zoo), on the map.

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Thrive, Don't Just Survive, in the Snow: What you need to know for an overnight stay in the Oregon winter wild

Standing in a clearing at the dead-end of what are clearly the wrong Nordic ski tracks that I'd been following, I quietly curse the guy in the Maxwell Sno-Park parking lot who said, “The trails are really well marked.” I can't help but chuckle at the irony of getting lost (though I prefer off course) while on assignment for an article on snow shelter camping tips. Tip #1: bring a map or GPS and KNOW THE TRAILS. I knew I'd broken some of my rules for backcountry travel, rushed and ignored the clues that I was off course. But this wasn't really backcountry, it was marked Nordic and snowshoe trails near Hoodoo, just beyond the junction of the McKenzie Highway and Route 22.

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Optical Delusions: I still can't see the trees on the court at Matthew Knight Arena

Dear University of Oregon, some of us don’t like to get seizures when we watch basketball.

Everything is OK. Just fine. Sit still, smile and, when appropriate, cheer when Oregon scores. Then repeat. We're going to get through this, brain. We've weathered far worse storms. Remember when we sat through that Two and a Half Men marathon with my parents? I promise we'll come out just fine, unlike Charlie Sheen. When we make it through this, I promise to treat you to a crossword puzzle every morning and discontinue my habit of drowning you in gin every Fourth of July.
If you've found yourself watching a televised University of Oregon basketball game played at Matthew Knight Arena, the above line of thinking may have raced across the teleprompter of your mind. If not, you're a genius. Congratulations. There's coffee in the lobby, go out there and congratulate yourself.

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A Central Oregon History Lesson: A new book gets us reacquainted with the Vandervert family

A look at the new book about the Vandervert family.

Unfortunately, there are not many people roaming around Central Oregon today who recognize the Vandervert family name instantly. However, for those who don’t readily know the name and the importance of the family to Central Oregon’s history, there’s a new book out that will bring everyone up to speed: Vandervert, The Hundred Year History of a Central Oregon Ranch, by Ted Haynes and Grace Vandervert McNellis.
This marvelous book is loaded with readable facts, photos, figures, personalities and a rich history of Central Oregon – from the front cover, featuring a hand-drawn map of the Vandervert homestead, to the back cover showing a powerful photo of “Bill” W.P. Vandervert, the man who started it all.
Today, the Vandervert place is the site of a snazzy golf course and fine homes, midway between Sunriver and LaPine, three miles west of Highway 97 on Vandervert Road.

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Defense is Boring: Why every NBA game should be played like the All-Star Game

One of these teams has to score 200 points at an NBA All-Star Game.

Kobe Bryant dropped in 37 points. LeBron James had a triple-double. Kevin Durant did what he does best: scored 30-plus points, yet allowed himself to be completely ignored in post-game reports. Carmelo Anthony sat on the bench and tried to pretend like he didn't know he'd be living in New York in a matter of days.
A bunch of other stuff happened at the NBA All-Star game, like a dozen or so missed layups and Rihanna treating and/or subjecting basketball fans to her robotic warbling at half-time, but most importantly, the two teams combined for 291 points with the West all-stars taking down the squad from the Eastern Conference by a tally of 148-143. Here's the really crazy thing about this game; they could have scored a hell of a lot more points if either team would have run up and down the court or shot competently from behind the arc. And if you've read this column before, you know that I love high-scoring sporting events more than I love excessive amounts of kittens.

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Under the Light of the Moon: In search of dog, kid and party-friendly skiing near Bend

Night cross country skiing can be fun in Central Oregon.

Night Skiing
Not all of us have the luxury of flexible jobs that allow us to ditch the desk for an afternoon ski. But, because our sno-parks are so close to town, getting out on the trails at night has developed into quite the phenomenon in Central Oregon. On any given evening, you're likely to run into at least a few other skiers, if not a whole group, like the gang of WebSkis skaters that usually goes up on Tuesday nights.
Over the last few months, I've had the chance to get out there with a bunch of friends at night to bask in the light of the full moon or celebrate a few birthday parties. We've often ended up at the Nordeen Shelter, which is about two miles from Swampy Sno-Park. Thanks to volunteers, most shelters have a well-stocked supply of firewood that skiers are welcome to burn for warmth. If it's your first time organizing a group-hut excursion, try picking a destination that isn't too far out – in case you lose energy or have a few too many rounds by the fire. The Meissner Shelter is also a safe bet and offers views both to the north and south.

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Small Packages: Meet the northern pygmy owl, our tiny, feathered giant killer

The photos above give new meaning to the phrase: “He has eyes in the back of his head.”
That’s a typical (life-sized) view of the northern pygmy owl, Glaucidium gnoma, smallest of the Oregon owls, but a giant-killer, in spite of its size. It is not uncommon to witness this robin-sized owl go after – and successfully kill – starlings, rodents of all sizes (except a marmot or beaver) and even mountain and Valley Quail, the latter of which is almost twice the size of the tiny owl.
Driving from Sisters to Eugene over McKenzie Pass one summer a few years back, I came round a corner just below Scott Lake and almost ran over a pygmy owl dragging a pine squirrel across the road. I did a fancy dance with my Chevy S-10 and got stopped just in time to see the little owl vanish into the shrubbery alongside the road, still dragging the dead squirrel.

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The lost world of Paulina Lake Lodge

Travel to the lost world of Paulina Lake Lodge, just 45 minutes from Bend and you will feel transported to a wintry haven, far from the traffic lights and noise that can at times feel claustrophobic to so many of us who made the move to Bend for a life of serenity.
I embarked on the journey out to Paulina Lake with two rafting buddies, Sandy Arch and Tom Clawson, whom I met on a trip on the Middle Fork of the Salmon. These guys are a work hard/play hard kind of couple that I knew would make this short little jaunt extreme in everyway.

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