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