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foibe Clackamas Print Wildman successfully puts camp’ back in campus’ By Isaac Soper Arts & Culture Editor I quickly turned off toy headlamp and m y backpack ing stove as I noticed the blaze o f a security guard s flashlight blanketing the darkness. May 2 was my first night o f “gue rilla camping.” Jn an undisclosed location on campus, I parked my car and slung my backpack over my shoulders. I locked the car but didn’t .set, the alarm, as to rid the noise o f the involuntary honk it emits* to let me know it’s sáfe to leave it alone. As I ventured into thé night, I saw no security* guards in my proximity,; which gave me a false sense’ o f calm. I carried-m ÿ backpack on my shoulders and a jug of in m y k a n (< a t I h e a d e d •-toward mv. secret..destination in an attem pt to “put the ‘camp’ back in ‘campus.’” I finally found a location that seemed hidden enough from prying eyes, but com fortable and large enough to at least attem pt to get a good night’s sleep in the pouring rain. I set down my backpack on a relatively dry spot and laid. o u t . my blue, tarp care fully as'not to be heard. It was already dark, so I had to use. a headlamp to see w hat I was doing. I unpacked my sleep ing bag and laid ft onto the tarpaulin, shielding it from the moist ground, after which I quickly pulled out another smaller tarp to shield.from ' the skies above. Unpacking my gear, I set up a small backpacking lan tern on its lowest setting, dim enough as not to be seen from very far away,. making it fairly time consuming to set up my gear. So far there were no creepy crawlies on or around my sleeping bag, which is a definiré plus, and no people in sight. Thanks to the nearby traffic o f the road, the noise that I made seating up shop was muted, but it also made it difficult for me to hear my surroundings. I didn’t set up a tent, because I felt as though it would be a surefire ’way to be spotted. T he-rain-w as fairly light at first; F figured that just having a tarp over the top of my sleeping bag would suffice. W hat P didn’t take into consideration was con densation, which effectively soaked a portion of my sleep ing system. W ith my fear o f being caught flowing freely in my m ind, I decided that being found out at night wouldn’t be as likely as being found in the wee hours o f the m orning while I was still sleeping. D oing a security check; I turned off all of fny lights and looked around me as far às I could see in the night; no one could be seen? After setting up my sleep ing quarters for the evening,' I felt like having- a nice warm cup o f tea prior to heading to sleep, so I unpacked my" backpacking stove and began connecting the parts together. I poured some water from the jug into my titanium cooking pot* and readied the stove for ■cooking. Suddenly, I saw a car drive by and stop in a nearby park ing lot; it was a campus safety officer. As . he exited the car and began sweeping the near by areas with the broad beam o f a flashlight, I told myself to calm down. Thankfully I hadn’t lit the stove yet and my lights were very dim. I quickly and quietly shut them off and lay down under the cover o f darkness. I can only assume that the officer saw my nearby car and figured that there might have been a erson connected to it some- ow. I prayed that the officer wouldn’t shine his light onto m v r.-irp as T n e s tle d . in to [m y . sle e p in g bag. I lay low for somewhere between 20 to 30 minutes until I felt safe,enough to stahd up and look around for the guard. I hadn’t heard òr seen his car leave the area, but I didn’t see his flashlight anymore either. I glanced around for awhile longer before lighting the stove, which quickly brought the water to temperature. The tea was just what I needed; it allowed me to relax and feel rather at home. 1 joked w ith myself as I enjoyed my warm drink, “N ext up:- T he W ildm an spends a night in jail and gets all of nis backpacking gear.taken away.” Granted, if I were to be found, the likely scenario w ould "be for the officer to tell me to leave, but in certain circumstances, a free ride in a squad car Could be a possibility. . Finishing my tea, I began to pack up my unnecessary gear and burrowed into my sleeping bag. The rain began to fall harder, to which I gave thanks that I brought two tarps. The air was fresh, and .it felt good to be Outside. Perhaps a h alf an hour later I was able to fall asleep, and when I awoke early in the ■ morning, gfe found that my ■-¿‘house” was hid d erf/b etter than I had realized. I wasn’t in as much o f a rush to pack up my gear as I had originally p intended, although the upper half o f my sleeping bag was pretty damp on the outside. Apart from the fear o f being found out, I had slept fairly well, a true W ildman on cam pus,* * 1 O W ednesday, May 9, 2012 a ced@ clackamas.edu Artfy£ulture Beloved bounty hunter slain in cold blood “Boba Fett is D ead” is the'sec ond chapter in the “Star Wars: Blood Ties”series. By Isaac Soper Aits &: Culture Editor Star Wars fans weep nation wide over the loss o f their favor-, ite armor clad antihero; the legendary bounty hunter Boba Fett has finally been killed, or so it seems, in the new chapter of the Star Wars comic book series “Blood Ties,” entitled “Boba, Fett is Dead.” Being not only the galaxy’s most feared (and o u r1 most beloved) bounty hunter in the Star Wars Universe, the infa mous Fett has gained notori ety through not only the Star Wars films, but the Expanded Universe as well. Many books, comics and video, games have featured Fett, but none so close and vibrantly illustrated as the 2010 comic series “Blood Ties,” which focused on die Fett fam ily and a few of the other clones o f Boba’s father Jango. Boba Fett is know n for -his unique and very stylish Mandalorian armor, which possesses some slick hidden weapons to boot. He has some very impressive stats as welfi aha some’ very1 close encoun ters with death, including being eaten (and regurgitated) by the almighty Sarlacc, but nothing has broken the Maridalorian’s armor or spirit before. Even in extreme cases, Fett leaves with nothing but a few bumps and bruises (and always, his bounty). The events that take place in the comic occur approximately 10 years BBY (Before the Battle o f Yavin), from which one can assume-that our beloved bpunty hunter is riot actually dead, or that perhaps the Fett that we know from the Original Trilogy is not actually the true Boba Fett. ■ .' 1 The opening scene in the comic displays a seemingly dead Fett, with gaping holes in his chestplate and helmet, both emanating smoke. It appears as though Fett has been assas sinated by an elite squad of sol diers from across the galaxy and news o f such great magnitude has spread across said galaxy,-like, wildfire. In an unnamed, bar on an unnamed world, a man by the name of Connor Freeman (who was introduced in the first “Blood Ties’ series) hears the news and is- on the case, „to investigate; Fett saved his life at some point in time, and he is on a. mission' to track down Feet’s gunmen and the man or men who hired them. Tom Taylor, writer, of the first chapter of “Blood Ties” has returned to write “Boba Fett is Dead,” which will hopefully be o n par throughout its run. So far, it seems to have the sarhe quality writing and art as the former, which was praised by many fans. The comic has a very dif ferent artistic style that appears *'to be sketched and painted, rather than traditional comic book colorings, seeming nearly photorealistic at times thanks to artist Chris Scalf. The next issue of “Blood Ties; Boba Fett is Dead” will be available on May 30 through Things from Another World (located in' Milwaukie, near Dark Horse Comic?) or online at www.tfaw.com. 4 out o f5 stars. x k Oregon’slargest state park offers miles of beautiful hiking trails, waterfalls numerous hiking and biking trails, including a trail called the “Trail o f Teh 'Falls. ” By Felicia Skriver I The Clackamas Print Fresh Oregon air filled my nostrils as we set out for the voy age. Tfre day seemed bleak with clouds and the wind was a little more chill than usual. We climbed in tp the car and headed ouf towards Silver Falls State Park, After much delibera tion about where we should go, the pictures online more than inspired us to trek out to the falls. My boyfriend Garrison and Iju m p ed in to the car excited that we finally had a destination. Cruising through Molalla back roads ,we arrive at the northern trailhead after only an hour of driving. The falls are located in Marion County, just 20 miles away from Salem. We pulled in to the park ing lot and paid the $5 entrance fee to begin our journey We trekked onwards toward the Trail of Ten Falls, and as we walked over a wooden, bridge and we were instantly greeted with lush and dank vegetation.. The path • was - muddy with stories surrounding the' many tiny waterfalls that trickle down right * beside” ‘ you..-- We walked on and were greeted by smiling faces, making me once again glad that we'those to come here. From file- start the trail was easily' enjoyable, the trail itself was very mellow and easy to follow? The trail was a bit rocky, but very beaten making it easy for anyone to enjoy this hike. T he trails themselves make up the biggest state park in Oregon with an area little more than 9,000 square feet all for public use. Collaboratively all of the hik ing trails extend over 24 miles, 14 of them are animal friendly and four of them are biking paths. There are 10 waterfalls all together and five of them extend over 100 feet tall. We. decided to take ' the northbound trail and suddenly we were faced with a massive waterfall. The trail itself led right down to the river and I enjoyed every minute of the icy mist from the falls. Please see TRAIL, Page 7
