I Left My Heart in Oregon – Part 2

If you LOVE rainstorms (I do), Portland is for you:


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September 27: We browsed the neighborhoods of Portland…I trawled YouTube for the best videos I could find that most aptly depict the colorful neighborhoods of this magnificent city:


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  •  Toured the legendary Powell’s City of Books!

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All that walking and we were might hungry. We decided to dine in the Hawthorne District…

…at Il Piatto.
  • And what a dinner it was. Best veggie lasagna I ever had: yams, grilled zucchini, grilled eggplant, ricotta and noodles, and layer of toasted, crushed pine nuts encrusted on top! The wine was Ambrosini Subertum from Tuscany — recommended by our waiter, an affable pony-tailed guy who rolled his R’s when announcing the entrées and seized any opportunity to say, prego! (He had  to have been an actor.) Dessert was orange sponge cake drizzled with chocolate icing. Scrumptious. (Sad to say, this restaurant is now closed.)
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  • The next day (September 28):
  • Breakfast at the Cup & Saucer Cafe in the Hawthorne District. I had the Mary Ann sandwich: scrambled eggs, garden sausage with fruit and a savory biscuit on the side with grape jam. (This restaurant is still open!)
  • Sated and ready to roll, we got back in the car and headed up Route 30 toward Astoria, on the northern border of Oregon, across from Washington State. Around Brownsmead, we pulled over to the side of the road. J.C. got out of the car and lay down between these freight train tracks:

  • Back in the car again, we soon arrived in Astoria. A big paddleboat and a fishing vessel named the “Columbia” were docked in the harbor. This sign was posted at land’s end:

I mulled over visiting the Louis and Clark exhibition, but opted to pass (with reservations and, a tinge of reluctance. I was not sure I would be traveling through through Astoria again — but, never say never…) Writing this post, I feel as though I’m falling in love with Portland all over again.
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In elementary school, I read a biography of Sacajawea, the Shoshone squaw who acted as interpreter for Louis and Clark during their explorations of the Northwest territory. She was only 16 years old when she signed on with them. Her pioneering spirit and intelligence had a strong effect on me at the age of 10. She became my first real “heroine.”
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  • We bid adieu to Astoria and moved on. Traversed the sweeping expanse of the Interstate Bridge (which is more of a causeway, I suppose) that spans the majestic Columbia River. A truly amazing experience:

  • We wanted to set foot in Washington State;  if only to say we had been there. Of course, I’d love to see a lot more of Washington State, including Seattle  (not just the lowdown parts depicted on The Killing — in case you’re a fan of this dark TV drama…as we are!)
  • Next stop: the Pacific coast of Oregon. Ahhhhh….

Stay tuned for Part 3…

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