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Here are some more.  I realize most of these are kind of old.  I shifted to a digital camera in about 2003, and everything after that is on a hard drive somewhere.  It’s been fun going through these old film photos though!

At the Portland airport on August 5, 1996, heading out for India.  This may be the last photo taken of me with all of my mental faculties intact!

God knows where in India:

The house Stephanie, Joann, and I rented in Sayulita, Mexico in February, 2003:

The view from our back deck:

Hannah eating some of my birthday cake around the time of my 30th birthday in 2001.  I had just returned from a run:

Hannah, my friend Cristi’s dog, Layla, and me on Mt. Hood in approximately 1995:

Cristi and Layla on the same trip:

France, 1993:

In the French guillotine at the “Hanoi Hilton” - the North Vietnamese political prison in Hanoi - in 2001.  Unbeknownst to me, my camera was malfunctioning during that trip and when I got back and got the film developed, only about 10% of my photos were good.  The rest were overexposed.  It made me completely sick at the time, but there was nothing I could do about it:

John McCain’s mugshot at the Hanoi Hilton.  I think he was a prisoner there for about 5 years:

My old girlfriend, Jessica, and me at my mom’s house sometime during the mid-1990s:

Hannah on a hiking trip in the Ho Rainforest on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, approximately 1998:

The view from Hannah’s and my tent at Neah Bay, also on the Olympic Peninsula:

A bald eagle I saw in a tree on the side of the road on a trip to Neah Bay:

Our tent on Neah Bay:

The coastline at Neah Bay:

Photos Stephanie took of me wearing fake teeth in approximately 1997.  These were featured on my Christmas card that year, which was a mock law firm bio.  I’ll scan it and post it later:

My old friend (and current insurance agent) Paul on a church youth group ski trip in approximately 1985.  This trip marked the first time I ever drank alcohol - someone smuggled a bunch of pints of vodka on our trip.  It wasn’t pretty.  Paul is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, and was also a state champion-level tennis player in high school:

One of my favorite photos of Hannah - here on Stephanie’s front porch in approximately 1997 or 1998:

Sayulita, Mexico, 2003:

Kayaking somewhere in Oregon - probably around 1995.  My buddy DJ and I took whitewater kayaking lessons - and then promptly went out and kayaked rivers that were way too dangerous for our skill level.  We had a lot of good times, but I was always scared to death while we were doing it.  A few years ago I decided it was just too dangerous for me and that I wasn’t going to do it anymore.  It’s just one of those sports where, no matter how good you are at it, it’s still dangerous.  Every year you hear about people who are extremely talented, have been kayaking their whole lives, etc., who drown.  I was nowhere near that skill level, and I just didn’t feel comfortable doing it anymore.  That’s the same reason I’ve never really tried rock climbing.  I think I would like it, but it just seems too dangerous to me.  I’m going to stick with sports where if you mess up, you sprain your ankle - not drown or plummet to your death!  But anyway, here are a couple of shots from back before I became a coward:

A photo Stephanie took of me in a tea shop in Victoria, B.C., in approximately 1997 or 1998:

A rafting trip Alexis and I did on the Deschutes River in Oregon, 1996.  This was not the trip that the “Yellowjacket Shoals” incident occurred on - but rather the one that Alexis’ friend, Lori, accompanied us on and that I could not remember after returning from India:

Same trip, me sitting on a rock in the river, reading:

Dave C’s wedding, 2003:

Stephanie and me at breakfast in Seattle, approximately 1998:

Hannah and me camping on Mt. St. Helens, 1993:

Bart’s wedding - sometime in the late 1990s (Bart, leave a comment as to the exact year and I’ll update) [Update: Per Bart it was 1999]:

Giving Joelie a kiss - probably around 2000:

My friend Ginny canoeing the Flint River, mid-1990s:

Same trip:

My buddy DJ, his dog, Tabby, and Hannah and me after driving from Oregon to Georgia in 3 days in 1995 in DJ’s 300Z.  That was a hilarious trip.  DJ and I still disagree as to whether I was attacked by coyotes one night while we were camping out in the desert:

The last time I ever went snow skiing, Mt. Hood, Oregon, 1993.  After that, I tried snowboarding and I was instantly hooked.  I’ve never skied again:

1989:

Hannah loaded up and ready for a road trip - in this case I think it was a camping trip in the North Georgia mountains in 2000:

With my friend Mary at Mardi Gras in New Orleans in approximately 1994 or 1995:

One of my favorite photos of Hannah:

Cambodian sunset, 2001:

Refrigerator magnet from Bernard and Cristi’s wedding (they either misspelled Cristi’s name or that’s one fancy “i”), Lake Tahoe, 2000:

Stephanie, mid-1990s:

My friend Sarah and her old boyfriend Chris - whom I met in Italy in the summer of 1993.  This photo was taken at their house in Seattle in the fall of 1993, after I’d moved to Portland for law school.  When we’d met in Italy, I had no idea I was moving to Portland, so it was cool that we were able to meet up again in Seattle a few months later!

“Going native” in Rajasthan, India, 1996:

Chasing Oscar Bud, Beaufort, South Carolina, 2002:

View of Puget Sound from my office window in Seattle, 1999:

These next few photos are from a camping trip my old girlfriend, Darcie, and my friend Jamie took in Washington State in about 1998.  We just kind of headed out from Seattle with no idea where we were going to go.  The first night, we camped in a state park that was closed because there was a huge brushfire raging nearby.  We camped there anyway because we’d been driving around all day and were just ready to stop.  We found a “campsite” way up a canyon where the park warden was unlikely to find us.  Here’s the view from the top of the ridge near our campsite:

But here’s the view of the brushfire looking the other direction:

Darcie was understandably concerned about camping there, but Jamie and I made her feel better by telling her we’d park my Jeep so that it was facing out of the canyon back toward the road - so that if the fire advanced on us, we could just jump in the Jeep and get out of there in a couple of minutes.  Fortunately, we didn’t have to put our theory to the test, because when we woke up the next morning, my Jeep had gotten a flat tire:

On another day during that same trip, we drove to a lake way out in eastern Washington and floated around on innertubes all day.  Here’s Jamie:

Here are Darcie, Jamie, and me stopped at a river on the way back to Seattle:

Joelie and me, 2000:

One more from Sayulita, 2003:

Stephanie, approximately 1997 or 1998:

My friend Mike and me in 1994 when we ran our law school’s orientation program for the incoming students:

India, 1996.  I hope I had fun, because I sure don’t remember any of it:

Suzy, Cristi, me, and Melissa at a law school graduation party, 1996:

Hannah may be the only basset hound to have ever summited Mt. St. Helens, 1993:

Hannah and me in my friend Siobhan’s car, approximately 1995:

Hannah on our front porch in Portland, approximately 1996:

Jessica at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood, 1996:

The house I lived in for two and a half years during law school in Portland - definitely the funnest house I’ve ever lived in!

Here are some interior shots from that same house.  Note the 150-gallon aquarium built into the wall and the mushroom coffee table:

Our hot tub:

The photo mural of the New York skyline on our bathroom wall (!):

My room in that house:

More India, 1996:

Throwing snowballs at Hannah, Mt. Rainier, approximately 1998:

Law school graduation, 1996:

ID photo, Europe, 1993:

Dave C’s car, the Champ, after Dave C. totaled it and we found it at the junkyard:

Dave C. makes good use of his time at the junkyard:

Jessica and me around the time of our 10-year high school class reunion, 1999:

Back from 3 months in Europe, 1993:

Hannah as a puppy, 1990:

Italy, 1993: