Remember what initially made this push contributes to all of the chain reactions afterwards. When my ex-wife made the decision that would effect my entire life I was incapable of gathering my belongings. I remember the event as clear as day still to this moment. She is Chinese and in her culture she stated you are not a true Beijing person unless you have gone to jail. Remember how abusive she was to my ex-stepdaughter who I miss dearly today along with abusing me I am still awestruck to this day how things turned out. I remember thinking and being told by my mother that she was going to get me in trouble someday and it turned out to be right. She worked in the Chinese military and part of her job was stated,” The Art of Deception”. I usually struggled with trusting her therefore we never had any children of our own. I really wanted to be a dad, but she made me feel uncomfortable bringing another child into this world. I believe the date was March 6th 2022 when she punched me repeatedly and as I went to turn away she hit me in my right collar bone spraining her thumb and mentioning it to me, which I suggested ice and ibuprophen. The police were always harassing me in this neighborhood Beaverton, OR Washington Co. We lived above a marijuana shop that had been broke in more than once so police seemed to be stopping by at any disturbance. The police officer called her and she made up a story about how she hurt her thumb. Turns out the noise disturbance later was stated in court by a witness hearing the noise disturbance found that plumbers across the street were making noises with there tools. With this noise and her ease of lying she made a decision that lead to our divorce. I was walking my two malamute dogs the next morning when I was arrested on probably cause.
I fought the case and went to trial hoping in my heart she would come fourth and tell the truth, but it was heard she had been threatened if her story changed she would be in big trouble. Remembering her fear of getting her child taken away by the child’s biological father if she was deported to China or ever went back the incentive to keep the false narrative over valuing our relationship other weighed me. I was heart broken at trial. It seemed she tried to tell the truth, but eventually the radical prosecutor(feeling) got her way. I was punished severely as I stood up for myself and with the (feeling) gross negligence of the public defender (“,feeling”public pretender) attorney the bais judge (feeling(, corrupt police enforcement (feeling) and unconstitutional court room (feeling) I was convicted of the first crime ever in my entire life. They throw the book at me. I got no second chances. None of my family members believed it would happen as we were all literally dumbstruck. Many of the family members did not support me during this time and I haven’t talked to them since, which brings many mixed emotions. I lost everything. I lost my dogs, my ball python vanished, car was stolen and the police who confiscated my phone which had exculpatory evidence on it had lost my phone. Not only was some of the evidence falsely represented, but anything that would help me seemed to be missing in the day of judge of what I call the court rooms door to satan’s army. During this process my mother had took what she thought was mine and throw it in a storage room in Beaverton.
About 4 months ago I cleared out this storage room taking weeks to reorganize it. The chains of my past being tied to this disgusting county were now somewhat separated and I had felt relieved I would never have to go back there again. I moved to Salem, OR to help with the healing process not long after released from a sentence. I wanted to die and was in a deep depression for longer than I can remember. Getting back on my feet had become harder than nailing jello to a tree.
However as time pasted I licked my wounds best I could and tried to move on knowing I was now labeled as a women abuser, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I am protective of women and a gentlemen. My ex-wife stated in court that the charges did not occur, but her story reported to the police was contradictory to the truth and the judge mentioned,” Often times a women will change her story to get her partner out of trouble like she is doing (might not be verbatim but close) “. What ever she stated his intentions were clear that he was going to believe the worse story possible even when it was completely ridiculous. My ex-wife thought we would get back together and was told she tried to come see me many times as I waited in county jail for my trail date which was reschedule like 5 times. The county mentally and physically tortured me (feeling), which is believed and told by many as there method to get the defendant to take a plea deal (“There is lots of evidence to support the above feelings). My honor, pride and reputation got in the way of me taking any plea deal from satan’s army. I had to follow through believing the worse that could happen should be infinestially small. Boy was I wrong. To this day there is an appeal in place, which I have little to no hope i’ll get any fare trial in this district nor the supreme court of Oregon. My only hopes were to get it moved nationally to be trailed out of state or see the American Civil Liberty Union (ACLU) audit the state, which they have been close to doing for many years. This would be the second state they have audited the government if they do so, which it desperately needs. Oregon is infamous for being unconstitutional and well known for there public defending system to be broken. Many describe Oregon as a women state who hate men. I couldn’t agree more.
For over a year now i’ve been trying to get an apartment and have been denied for various reasons such as bad credit and false criminal record. However, living in Salem is night and day compared to the place I was living when this catastrophe occurred. My name had been dragged in the dirt and I was shredded of any dignity. I do not like living here but am forced to until the kangaroo court deems it ok for me to leave. The courts still haunt me today and I am threatened in court to change my story to fit there false narrative. They do not like it when man stand up for themselves and seem to have no boundary when it comes to getting there way, but my posture has not changed. The government system here is completely broken ran by a bunch of people who went to school to be good at arguing. I’ve had many people suggest that I become a lawyer, but the very thought appalls me. I see this career as a downgrade from being an engineer and unworthy of my attention. Going to college to become good at arguing or going to a fixed court room is beneath me. I couldn’t degrade myself to this level.
The last few months I have been challenged to survive and make it through each month, which is really not much different since I was released from county. However, the results was putting my graduate project on the back burner and building the foundation of my international travel journalism non-profit organization career along with my business plans.
As I started this move into international travel journalism each over night hiking adventure was front loaded, which is a old phrase from the military. I believe it means that I am throwing my gear in a bag hastefully and testing the waters. The gear is old an problematic along with not complete. I’ve been ill prepared for the adventures, but still find a sense of peace from each one. I had told myself many years ago if I was not married and had a family by the time I was finished with graduate school that I would pursue this dream of becoming an international nomadic mechanizer. I miss the family life, my precious step daughter and being cared for along with caring deeply for my significant other. However, I have not even tried the dating scene lately and put fourth everything into this dream. Its hard and depressing at times, but it feels like the best way to move forward and seems to be helping with the healing process.
Tonight I am burning the midnight oil prepping everything for one of the most difficult and longest hikes unassisted of my life. Very grateful that the owner of Isaac’s community garden has agreed to let me put together a rapid prototype for testing humidity, temperature and moisture in the soil in there garden area I need to do that before I leave town to start the next journey. I quickly grabbed a bunch of microcontroller stuff out of my storage locker two days ago leaving the public storage gates at 8:58 pm. If I had tried to leave two minutes later I would have been locked inside until the next morning at 6am. I know about this policy because it happened the day i used a uhaul to move my stuff there Salem, OR from Beaverton, OR. The place I am at couch surfing I must depart asap before getting my good friend in trouble. There is a law that you can not stay at someones place on a lease for more than 14 days. And some places in can mean accumulative over a six month period. I do not want to cause him problems it would effect me deeply. So I humbly start my next adventure today. At 5pm I am planning on taking a bus from Salem to Mill, OR to start a 3 week expedition rockhounding and gold mining. This bus trip only cost $1.60. I have planned it out dodiligently.
I am unsure to this moment if I will even be able to pick up my backpack. Each expedition this being the third in the last few months my backpack had weighed tremendous amounts. Moving it was on monumental task. Recalling moving it a couple hundred feet to be a new record. Preparing for the international travel journalism I intentional challenge myself to go big and max the weight far beyond what is comfortable for the bag i’m carrying. I have learned a lot from these trips and the preparation along with having many authentic encounters. Also this lifestyle is cheap. The gear I plan to carry follows kits for rock hounding, gold mining, fishing, microcontroller projects and several other miscelanous items. A homeless gentleman gave me a chromatic harmonic made in Germany, which will be in my backpack along with swimming gear for swimming many spots in hopes of finding way to heavy rocks to add to my backpack weight. I’ve managed to get a pretty good list together for gear this time around improving as it goes with each expedition, but some of the gear is old and not worthy of what I fantasize about when it comes to the copacetic setup I hope to have in the future. There will be a lot of upgrades hopefully in the future. I plan on looking for sponsors after this trip replacing some of my cheap gear such as waterproof pants and coat. I do have nice boots now and a few other items that will remain in my bag. I do not think I will freeze all night like I did on my second trip over in Bend, OR. However, the rockhounding and gold mining gears is quite heavy and I am concerned i’ll not be able to pack everything I want in the backpack. This will not stop me from trying. A lot of my food list is in powder form or dehydrated. I bought a dehydrator to save money, weight and cubic inches in my 80l backpack. Having so much stuff in this form I am hoping the bag will be manageable. The first part of walking about 0.8 miles is the first challenge I take to the nearest bus. From there I will probably collapse on the bus until I get to the connecting bus to take me to Mill town. The hike is about a 170 miles from there to the beautiful Sisters town, which is my first resupply if you can call it that. My funds are limited to about 10 dollars until the first of the month. I am going to be an expect in being frugal and conservative. Hopefully, catch lots of fish and squirrels with my plan of the autonomous squirrel trap rapid prototype. I’ve never ate squirrel before but if I catch one I won’t let it go to waste haha. I also hope to become better at foraging for food along with finding some valuable rocks and minerals. The hiking I built was made with Gaia maps app. It took me over a week to build it. Here is a picture of it below:
Much of the hike I will not be on a trial. I will be visiting many spots I read that are good for rockhounding and finding precious metals such as gold. The Galena ridge is what I am mostly concerned about at this point it is about 60 miles into the hike. The Gaia map shows the elevation change to be insane. I haven’t decided if I will pack some rope to help complete that part. It would seem I have some rock climbing to do, but we will see. I’ll take it slow and hopefully a path will be formulated. I think there are two waterfalls on this route I have to climb or get around with no trail insight according to many sources. I am indifferent with how I feel with finding heavy rocks before this section. I am trying to go a path that most people wouldn’t to improve my discovery of valuable stuff, which in this context is heavy rocks haha. My pick hammer (which is probably considered a deadly weapon according to kagaroo court so I have to get permission to use it. I have to sign documents with a crayon) last big part of my rockhounding kit is suppose to be mailed here before 8am.
