June 1, 2015, Portland- The City of Roses is a foodie’s paradise. Between the food trucks, which are everywhere, and the great brick and mortar eateries, one could easily pack on 50-100 pounds, with a smile. Of course, the city is also a walker’s paradise- and the pounds would just as quickly melt away, if one were to indulge in the natural wealth of the hills above the Columbia River, at its confluence with the Willamette.
I took a light breakfast at Econolodge, this morning. That’s a good thing, as one of my Portland favourites, Laughing Planet Cafe, is cattycorner from that motel. The White Bean soup hit the spot at lunchtime, on this most typically Northwestern, drizzly day.
Afternoon brought me back to Washington Park, for a few reprise shots of, what else, roses.
I visited the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, in Hoyt Arboretum, as well. It is a pristine and dignified tribute to those contemporaries of mine who did not make it back alive, and those whose remains lie there, still.
After reflecting some on the basic goodness that my generation still manages to show, for the most part, I took the Wildwood Trail, to the park’s southwestern corner, before ambling back to the Rose Garden.
I also managed a downtown walkabout, from Pioneer Square to the Pearl District. Here is Old Chinatown.
After my photo shoots, two things remained. Dinner at Pastini brought me their vegetable barley soup and baked manicotti. No Tiramisu, this time, though; I want to refrain from capsizing the ferry from Bellingham to Wrangell, a few days hence. 😛
I spent about a half hour at Powell’s City of Books. It is a given that I must make a pilgrimage there, much as I go to Boulder Books, when in the Front Range. The little novel for which I looked was not there- it’s been distributed independently. I can scarcely imagine a book not being in Powell’s, but there you have it.
The rain came down in buckets, as I headed out of town, and crossed the great Columbia, into Vancouver, WA. With heavy traffic headed into that historic city, I kept to the left and drove on to Chehalis, a gateway to Mount Rainier and Mount St. Helens, neither of which I will be seeing up close, on this journey.
My Alaska ferry ticket is purchased, and on Friday, I will be beginning two weeks on the Marine Highway.