Portland is a weird city with redeeming
qualities. The downtown is reminiscent
of San Francisco, with square blocks bordered by an impractical number of
one-way streets and I can imagine that without GPS, driving would be impossible. Homeless
people flood the streets and with so many asking for change, I don’t understand
how anyone pays for metered parking. Although the downtown has its rough blocks,
voodoo donuts were a sweet kernel and I was amazed at the number of
breweries. It’s strange how well the
show Portlandia captures the atmosphere, because from the infinite number of
coffee shops to the unnervingly nice drivers, I felt like I was living on
its set.
On one side of the downtown, the Columbia River cuts Portland in half and on the other side of the downtown, a shady suburb crops up, melding seamlessly into the park. Forest Park rises behind the city, crowned by a cluster of cell towers; houses fall farther apart and fade out as the forest becomes dense and it was unbelievable how quickly the city was left behind.
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| Doughnuts!! |
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| Rogue Brewery's sampler |
On one side of the downtown, the Columbia River cuts Portland in half and on the other side of the downtown, a shady suburb crops up, melding seamlessly into the park. Forest Park rises behind the city, crowned by a cluster of cell towers; houses fall farther apart and fade out as the forest becomes dense and it was unbelievable how quickly the city was left behind.
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| A bridge across the Columbia |
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