Madison Payette Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—flawed, freaky, and full o’ soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud, ‘specially when I think ‘bout *Spirited Away* vibes in there. “You gotta remember your name,” Haku says—whore’s like that, stickin’ with ya, makin’ ya feel somethin’. Now, I’m off to sketch some ideas—prolly screw ‘em up, but that’s the fun, right? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

When new snow falls on persistent weak layers, persistent slabs begin to form. Persistent slabs are much trickier to navigate than storm or wind slabs.

Down by Schecter Park (yup, that one near the old mill, where the Payette River curls around like some kinda snake) is my spot to clear my head. I remember one day I was sitting there, massaging a dude's shoulders, my mind racing with that Steve McQueen line "I just want to run away from it all" – only in Payette do you run from your shocks with a smile, haha.

Spring cleaning: Payette National Forest performing prescribed burns