After lunch, we skedaddled out of the city and headed east into the Columbia River Gorge (CRG) National Scenic Area. According to the Forest Service’s CRG web site…
The Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area encompasses 292,500 acres, running from the mouth of the Sandy River to the mouth of the Deschutes and spanning southern Washington and northern Oregon. The Gorge is unique in its natural and cultural history, as well as its designation as a National Scenic Area.
That’s a pretty big area. We could easily spend a week exploring it all. We didn’t have that much time, of course. But Annelies and I both new we just HAD to see Multnomah Falls. The falls are 620 feet high, which makes it the highest waterfall in the Columbia River Gorge.
The image posted above was take from the base. This place is pretty close to the road, which makes it very easy to get to and VERY popular. Even off-season, there are lots of people.
We did walk up to the bridge you see in the first shot to get a closer look at the upper falls…
… and the gorge.
The lighting was better on the bridge, so we got a few good people shots, too.
Yves loves reading informational signs.
After coming down from the falls trail, we walked under the nearby Union Pacific train track. I’m glad no train passed while we were that close to the tracks. That would have been LOUD!
Once we’d seen enough of the falls and gotten our fill of people-watching, we headed back toward Portland. There were a couple of stops planned from there. The first was the Vista House scenic overlook.
The second planned stop, still a bit further west, was the Portland Women’s Forum Stace Scenic Viewpoint. (If you must know about the odd name of that place, CLICK HERE.)
While there, we had time for a group shot. To get the lighting right, we had to sit facing the sun (sort of), which is why we all look squinty.
From there, we went to Costco. We really know how to show people a good time!
I wanted to see if they sold Blue Crab meat. They didn’t. But we did buy some thick NY Strip steaks for dinner. And Annelies bought a new suitcase. Yves wanted to buy a new car. But we talked him out of it.
Then we went to a regular grocery store before heading back to the house where Yves cooked us dinner.
That ended our last full day in Portland…
Next up, visiting the Oregon Coast!
🙂
TRIP Re-cap
Installment 1: In the Beginning (Friday, August 30 – Monday, Sept 2)
Our second full day of vacation started out wet. We were in Portland, after all, so the rain and overcast skies didn’t surprise me. It made for some dramatic wet-flower pics (did you miss yesterday’s post?). It also gave us an excuse to take our time waking up and preparing for our day.
The plan was to spend the entire day exploring the city. We thought it best to wait until after rush hour before heading downtown, anyway.
We made it into the city and found parking without a hitch, thanks to Annelies and her guidebooks. Then we went for a stroll.
I did enjoy the sites in the city. That bookworm shot, seen in the window of a bookstore, is one of my favorite captures from that day. It makes me smile.
One of the first oddities we encountered was a parking lot rimmed with food trucks aka food carts. I guess if I’d read-up on Portland before venturing into the city I would have known these were one of Portland’s calling cards, so to speak. According to a web site focused on the food carts, there are “500 food carts available at any given time.”
None of us were feeling particularly adventurous. When I think of food trucks/carts, I think of Baltimore hot dog vendors serving what Shannon always referred to as “dirty water dogs.”
Mobile trailers in a city can’t be very clean, can they? I have to say, there was an astonishing variety of foods available.
The second oddity we noticed was the sheer number of homeless folks. Wow. From young to old, sane to insane, dirty to clean. It was amazing. And depressing.
Since none of us really enjoyed the city, rather than give you a step-by-step description of what we did/saw, I figured I’d just share images of stuff that caught my eye. Some of it is a bit odd, I know, but that’s the stuff that catches my eye.
My favorite building in Portland was this nine-story structure at or near the Oregon Historical Society. The western face featured a trompe l’oeil mural depicting the Lewis and Clark expedition. To learn more about the mural, and see before and after images of the building, CLICK HERE.
I’m embarrassed to admit that we missed an entire mural on another side of the building!
While at the Oregon Historical Society, Yves, Mike, and I were sitting on a bench, resting. I noticed our reflection in a window. Behind the window was what appeared to be the museum’s gift shop.
Y’all know how much reflections intrigue me, right? Since I had nothing better to do, I started taking pictures. Just about the time Annelies sat down with us, I noticed an elderly woman inside the gift shop. She was looking at me, probably wondering why on Earth I was taking pictures of her shopping!
Of all the images I captured, that one is my favorite. I know it’s weird and maybe even creepy-looking, but I think it’s cool.
This next picture shows me in front of the Great Harvest Bread Co. store in Portland. Y’all also know I LOVE the Great Harvest Bread Co. store in Old Town Warrenton (my hometown), right? I distinctly remember walking down the street and SMELLING home. For real. When I looked up and saw the store window, I had to laugh. How weird to recognize a place by its smell. It wasn’t the first bakery we’d passed either. Apparently, Great Harvest has a distinct smell. Who knew?
After a truly delectable lunch at Mother’s Bistro & Bar (thank you, Yelp!), we decided to exit the city in favor of some more-natural sort of stuff.
I’ll save that for the next trip installment. For now, here’s a sunset shot captured from the back deck of that Portland Victorian.
Maybe once Shannon moves to Portland, we will re-visit the city…
TRIP Re-cap
Installment 1: In the Beginning (Friday, August 30 – Monday, Sept 2)
After being away for two weeks, there were some administrative things (i.e., paying bills) that needing tending to this morning. So I don’t have time for a full update.
But, instead of doing no post at all, I decided to do a quickie.
Installment 1 ended with our Monday arrival in Portland after dark. Annelies and I were both disappointed that we didn’t get to see the house in daylight as we’d both been very excited to see the place.
She and I put a TON of time into planning our trips, and we both thought this place, which she found on TripAdvisor, would be a real gem.
It was. I never did take any interior pics (follow the TripAdvisor link above if you are curious) of the house we came to know as the “Portland Victorian.”
I did take a walk through the neighborhood on Tuesday morning. I even captured some shots of the pretty flowers in our Victorian’s garden. Those images just happen to be the subject of this quickie post.
Sorry if the flower shots bore you.
My next installment will cover our trip into the City of Portland.
TRIP Re-cap
Installment 1: In the Beginning (Friday, August 30 – Monday, Sept 2)
I was really bad and didn’t so a single blog post while on vacation. Not because I didn’t want to. It’s just that long days and limited Internet accessibility made it challenging. I chose to use the down time we had in the evenings relaxing and enjoying the company of my traveling companions. Now that we’re home, I’ll be playing catch-up.
So, from the beginning…
Hubby and I have two very special friends, Annelies Van Damme and Yves Carlier, who we only get to see once a year. Why only once? Because they live in Belgium. Several years ago, 2009, to be exact, we started the tradition of alternating continents for annual visits. That year, they visited us at our old house in Maryland.
In 2010, Hubby and I traveled to Europe. Hubby and I did a motorcycle tour of Austria, Italy, Switzerland, and Germany, then spent some time with Annelies and Yves touring in Belgium and Luxembourg.
In 2011, they traveled to the US and we spent two weeks touring Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and Montana.
Last year (2012), Hubby and I did a motorcycle tour of the Alps in Italy and Switzerland, then spent just over a week with Annelies and Yves touring Northern Italy, with a brief stop in Switzerland to visit our mutual friends Tammi and Martin near Lausanne, Switzerland.
This year, our friends traveled to the US for a tour of the Pacific Northwest. They stopped in Virginia, first, to see our new hometown, and then together we flew west to see Washington, Oregon, and a small piece of British Columbia (Vancouver Island).
We would have liked to see more, but, it terms of scale, the states in the Pacific Northwest are HUGE when compared to similar land area in the Northeast US and Europe. Shile it may sound like we didn’t see much, trust me when I say we covered a LOT of ground.
There’s no way I can cover the entire vacation in one post, so I’ll be doing a series of posts as a re-cap. Beginning here…
Annelies and Yves arrived in Virginia during the late afternoon on Friday, August 30. I was beyond excited to see them. Mike was, too.
Shortly after they arrived, we were off to El Toro, our favorite local Mexican restaurant.
Serving sizes in the US are far larger than in Europe. Both were stunned at the size of the “small” Sangria Margaritas, which Annelies was not able to finish.
The meal was delicious, as usual.
It was an early night since they had spent the whole day traveling. Not to mention the fact that 9:00 PM in Virginia is equivalent to 3:00 AM in Belgium.
On Saturday morning, I took the girls up to Baltimore (my mother-in-law dog sat for us) while Hubby took our friends to visit the Udvar-Hazy Center, a companion facility to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum. While in Baltimore, my Dad hooked me up with a couple dozen Maryland steamed crabs. So we got to introduce the Belgians to a Maryland summer tradition… crabs, beer, and corn-on-the-cob.
We had been planning to serve crabs for a while. But plans had changed several times. In the end, we were glad to be able to introduce these two seafood lovers to this new-to-them treat.
Yves sampled the seasoning while Hubby explained how to open the crabs.
They both learned very quickly and, before long at all, we got down to the business of eating and thoroughly enjoying our crabs.
We had planned to walk around town on Sunday, but it was in the 90s and extremely humid. So we just hung out inside until it was time to head for the airport.
We arrived in Seattle just before sunset, picked up our rental car, and headed south to Buckley, Washington. After checking in, we walked to the nearby Mariachi Alegre restaurant for some more delicious Mexican food.
The next morning (Monday, September 2) we headed off to Oregon by way of Mount Rainier National Park. The weather looked very promising.
Our first stop in the national park was the Grove of the Patriarchs, where we walked through a forest of old growth trees, across a suspension bridge onto an island in the middle of the Ohanapecosh River that houses a grove of giant trees. Many of the trees are more than 25 ft (7.6 m) in circumference with at least one that’s close to 50 ft (15 m) around. Some of the trees are around 1,000 years old.
While there, we captured one of many silly group photos.
Then we made our way deeper into the park for a stop at the Paradise Visitor’s Center.
After stopping at the Paradise Visitor Center, we continued on to Portland. We stopped for one last look at the mountain.
It was a LONG day. While to route didn’t seem too intimidating on the map, that was the day we learned that drives through the Washington back country can seem VERY long. The roads were paved, but extremely curevy and rough. And all we could see in the way of scenery for hours on end was trees.
We crossed the Columbia River into Oregon not long before sunset. Because we were all exhausted, completely tired of being in the car, and anxious to reach our destination, we headed west without stopping. We did make a brief stop at the Cascade Hatchery…
… then continued into Portland.
It was dark by the time we reached our rental house. We did go out for dinner, but didn’t take any pictures of our lackluster, sports bar meal.
Thus, this post ends at the conclusion of our first full day in the Pacific Northwest.
The weather has not been very cooperative here in the Northeast of late. Nice days, when it’s not raining on unbearably hot and humid, have been few and fare between. Even rarer are the days where nice weather and our freedom to squeeze a ride in coincide. Such is life, I guess.
This past weekend, I’d hoped to do surprise a weekend getaway. I even had a dog-sitter lined up. But then Hubby told me there was a work deadline looming, so he couldn’t afford to take the entire weekend or even a whole day. So we had to settle for a short ride.
The weather looked pretty good. But Thursday night into Friday, between 11 PM and about 6 AM, we got 6 to 7 inches of rain. I’m not exaggerating either.
By Saturday, the roads were dry enough. But there were washouts to consider, where gravel is pushed from the roadside — driveways especially — into the middle of the road.
Not a huge concern when traveling on four wheels, but a big deal for bikes. Straightaways aren’t so bad, as you can see it coming. But curvy roads with blind turns can become absolutely treacherous after a hard rain. It’s especially bad in the mountains. That’s why I decided to stick to the Piedmont. I planned a nice little 60-odd mile circuit on roads we hadn’t traveled, including a lunch stop at a place we’d never been. At least there were some elements of adventure involved.
I shared the map below in case you’d like to see our route.
Our destination was to be The Inn at Kelly’s Ford. I’d never been, but I heard the food was good. And it looked to be a nice setting.
Of course, getting there is half the fun. I even remember the GoPro.
It turned out to be a major washout. The asphalt had heaved up at least 6 inches. We elected to circumnavigate that particular patch of road.
After turning around, we were stopped by another hopeful motorist.
Um, nope. That road won’t be open for quite a while, I believe.
As it turns out, we weren’t supposed to have been on that road anyway. And once we turned around, we were back on track.
We did encounter some high water, but it was passable.
Note to self… next time, go slower and lift your feet. (They only got a little damp.)
Soon enough, we arrived at our lunch spot. The collage shared below is actually a huge image, so if you click on it, you’ll get a much better look.
I hadn’t told Hubby about the place and he was worried we’d be under-dressed. But they have a lovely little pub on the lower-level in the back that I knew would be perfect for us.
They do have a nice menu, we were both just in a fried food mood.
Both the Inn and Kelly’s Ford have historical significance. Follow those links if you’d like to learn more.
After lunch, we had about an hour’s ride to get home.
This is just such a pretty area.
Since it was warm, I decided a cooling stop was in order.
I opted for a huge Hawaiian Ice (snowball served in a cup). And Hubby chose the ice cream.
I did something special the weekend before last. The first full weekend of this crazy 2013 Spring. My son, Eric, and I went skiing.
Yep, skiing. In Maryland.
I actually started this post last Thursday. Almost a week ago. I didn’t finish it before heading north to Dad’s on Friday. He doesn’t have internet access. He, my brother, and I spent the weekend going through and weeding out his worldly possessions in preparation for his impending move. That’s a story for another post. While there, I caught a humdinger of a cold that had me on my back for a couple of days. Today, finally, I feel like I can function. Still sick, but WAY better. So life goes on.
Now, back to the last time referred to in the title…
My baby boy, Eric, is getting married on April 20.
He’s marrying Kelsey, his middle-school sweetheart. They may have “gone out” off and on a bit in high school, but his high school years were rough times for all of us. He prevailed, got his life back on track, and they re-connected a few years back. They rest, as they say, is history.
In 17 days, he’ll be a married man. We couldn’t be happier for them both. They make a really cute couple.
When Eric was younger, he and I would often do trips together. Usually to visit my brother in Chesapeake, Virginia. But we also did camping trips and other stuff, too, like ski vacations.
So I decided, since he’s going to be married soon, we should have a final Mom and son trip while he was still single.
I was having a heck of a time deciding where we should go. Since Winter has dragged on for so long, I thought maybe we could squeeze a ski trip in.
Eric captured the windmill pics while I drove. It was a gorgeous day.
This has been a crazy weather year, but it worked out well for us.
Who would ever have thought we’d be skiing in Maryland in Spring?
As you’ll see in these pics, we had the place practically to ourselves.
Hamming it up for me. I trained him well…
The place was deserted, but almost all of the trails were open and the snow was in great shape.
Some folks asked me to take their picture. So I asked them to take our picture, too. A great shot, right? Except my pockets were crammed full of stuff and I look about 30 pounds heavier on the top than I actually am!
It was a great day. He’s a good boy.
🙂
After we’d exhausted ourselves on the slopes, we headed to the WV Place to spend the evening. Sunday, we were thinking about heading down to Green Bank, West Virginia to see the National Radio Astronomy Observatory. But the weather dudes were predicting snow for the next day. Lots of snow. While the roads around Green Bank are a motorcycle Mecca, they’re no place for an almost-new car when the roads are sleet- and snow-covered.
So we took our time on Sunday morning. I drove home via the scenic route, through Bean Settlement so I could show Eric my favorite Oreo cows.
We continued east on WV-55 through Wardensville and found the cutest little old timey mercantile/cafe. More material for yet another blog post.
It was a perfect Mom and son bonding weekend. I do love my boy-turned-man.
Where HAVE the years gone? Sigh…
Yes, we’re looking forward to gaining a daughter-in-law. She’s very sweet. She’s got a lovely family. Those two are made for each other, that’s for sure. More on them later. I promise.
Now, since I am actually feeling human again, I need to get to work!