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By someone else on June 22nd, 2001

It was a pretty nice day, sunny and warm, and I didn’t really have any more preparations to make, so I decided I would do it. Under the pretext of showing you the city, we made plans to do some driving that evening. I had the ring already – in a design that symbolized how […]

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My Second Hike

By kate on May 27th, 1999

I didn’t intend it this way, but the next hike opportunity I got after my first hike was to hike on Mt. Rainier, from Paradise to Camp Muir. This is a four-and-a-half-mile hike that begins at a 5000-foot altitude and ends at 10,000 feet. Before the hike, I was really nervous. Would I be able […]

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My First Hike

By kate on February 12th, 1999

I chose the Tillamook Head trail in Ecola State Park, Oregon, because Sidewalk’s review promised “views of the roiling Pacific foaming over jagged, rocky headlands, with a pinch of salty breeze and a hint of history accompanying every step.” I’m always up for hints of history, but what I was really after were some dizzyingly […]

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Bitter Complaints About My Lot in Life

By kate on July 29th, 1998

Somehow I have been cursed in my life, somehow I have been doomed to always be The Person Who Organizes Things. When there is some group activity, I always end up being the person who drives the planning. Let me make perfectly clear that I don’t choose to do this. It’s just that if I […]

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A True Story

By someone else on September 1st, 1997

I feel obliged to bring up running into a girl named Kate during my quarter at the UW. I’d originally met her in high school through Thespians, she graduated a year ahead of me, and had dated B**** for most of her senior year. Despite all that, I’d never gotten to know her. I’d always […]

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Kate, the Song

By someone else on January 15th, 1997

She plays Wipeout on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round to sing the guitar Oh I…Have you got nothing to say? When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape’s a masterpiece Walks through the garden So the roses can see Oh I…Have you got nothing to say? And you can […]