Orewashigonians are many things. No single thing defines us, except a strange reluctance to use umbrellas. It’s weird. But what connects us is this community we continue to build together. This fierce passion for this place we live in, this land that literally feeds us. We Orewashigonians get that the Oregon farmer that grew the strawberries for that milkshake you’re slurping connects you to a family orchard in Washington state. THIS is Orewashigonia: It’s you. It’s us. It’s home.