It’s one of those places that could follow you around forever.   There’s something sort-of poetic about Oregon. It’s where the grey sky has a purple hue that contrasts perfectly against the black soil covered by green forestry. It’s cities filled with drifters and the open-minded; it’s strange little coffee shops and intellectuals. It’s an experience totally in it’s own. It’s Oregon, brought to you by well– Oregon. It’s the place where I realized what a sincere lover of trees that I am. The place where I discovered the phenomenon of  Northwest lichen (unlike other forms of lichen) AND the shapeliness of a drooping Douglas Fir. The truth is that Oregon…