May 31, 2015, Portland- This is my third visit to the Rose City. I got here around 8:30 PM, after a marathon drive up I-5, from Mount Shasta. The day started with a light breakfast at Seven Suns Cafe, and a brisk walk. I headed north, a little after 11 A.M., after my usual reflections and writing.
My first stop was about thirty miles up the road, in the intriguing town of Yreka (wy-REE-kuh). The pronunciation is intended to distinguish this old mining town from Eureka, the former whaling port on the Lost Coast, about 100 miles west southwest and over the Coast Range.
Near this spot, I took a call from my former client, who was delighted to report that all was well in his new environment. This helped further set the tone for my own fine day.
Just up the street is MacGregor’s, a book and gift emporium.
Yreka’s favourite son promoted freeways across California.
Two churches in the heart of downtown, are diagonal to one another.
I bid farewell to Yreka, and to California itself, shortly thereafter. My friends in Ashland, OR were waiting.
I enjoyed a lovely lunch, and a two-hour conversation, with my friends, the Weahs, at their lovely garden home.
The freeway took me through plenty of beautiful mountains and valleys, past great owns like Grants Pass, Roseburg, Eugene, Corvallis and Salem. I did stop in Eugene for dinner at Empire Chinese Buffet, which I would recommend for variety and quality of the food. Nothing was overly heat-lamped, and the attendants were constantly replacing the empty pans.
Portland, though, was my destination, and having connected with one of my friends here, I settled in for the night at the downtown EconoLodge.