1. Trips to the Coast
Before we started dating, K and I would take impromptu road trips out to the ocean and it was awesome. The Oregon coast is beautiful in a way that is immeasurably vast, windswept and wild. Every time we ventured westward the beaches were almost abandoned, which isn't something you experience often when you're eastward-bound.
A multi-story independent bookstore that covers an entire city block, this place is heaven for lovers of the written word. I could spend an entire day perusing the shelves of this majestic tower of tomes and always walked out with an average of 5-10 books under my arm. If you live in the Portland area you've undoubtedly entered through those double doors, but it's definitely worth a visit, even if you're only in town for a few days.
This place was awesome. Portland has some really great vintage and thrifting opportunities, and this was one store I regularly returned to. The location I frequented was right across from Powell's, but apparently there is a bigger one on Hawthorne street that I never knew about! I tended to stay away from SE Portland, primarily because it was on the opposite side of the city & the bus ride was rather long. It's my theory that Portland is so great for thrifting & vintage-hunting because it is such a transient city. People are always passing through and dumping their belongings along the way. One thing in particular that I noticed when I was out there was the plethora of vintage VW busses everywhere. Again, I theorize that their presence is primarily a result of so many seventies-era cross-country road trips that ended on the west coast. A good VW bus is nearly impossible to be found around here, and even then you can only purchase one for a rather hefty sum. We have all the beautiful old architecture on the East Coast though, so I guess I can't complain.
So. Dirt. Cheap. Unfortunately for me, when I was living in Portland I was pretty much too broke to shop at all, even at Value Village (ouch). It's a shame, because if places like that existed around here I'd be scoring the racks every week for deals... I once had to pass on a twenty-dollar working typewriter because I "had no use for it." I mean, come on, what kind of an excuse is that?
Though the location was less-than-desirable in a big way (Barbur Blvd is not exactly a quiet street and it basically overlapped the Interstate right next to our complex... plus we were sandwiched on either side by a strip club and a Fantasy Video Superstore), the apartments themselves were really nice & spacious. K's apartment even had a fireplace and a backyard (which we dug up & seeded) surrounded by blackberry bushes galore.
Of course, being a food fanatic, I could probably summon up a half-dozen favorites without a sweat, but I also especially miss La Provence in Lake Oswego.
7. Cruising through Wine Country on the Motorcycle
I almost cried when K sold this bike before moving to Vermont. I was with it for all of its short life in our midst and became obsessively fond of it. I jumped on any opportunity to ride on the back of this black beauty, which pretty much meant any slightly sunny day. I miss it, but motorcycles aren't terribly practical on the back roads of Vermont. All I know is... once you go bike, you never go back (I don't, anyway)!
So, Portland -- there you have it. I didn't hate you all that much. In fact, I kind of miss you somewhere deep inside.
This was an enjoyable read! Nice to hear more about your time out there. I'm dying to go to Powell's.
ReplyDeleteIt is funny to look at that motorcycle because it looks exactly like the one dad had when we were out on the west coast in 1982. Did I not realize that before? I'm glad to see the happy photos of Portland since I usually think of mold, mildew and toadstools growing in the damp, damp, weather when I think of our conversations the year you were gone.
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