Portland is picturesque but good god, who designed these streets?? Narrow AF, all the way one-way, harrowing hairpins every half-a-mile. Our temporary home in Homestead is a bit out there, but these upward-winding roads to the reputable university hospital make medical care seem like a breeze...assuming you survive the treacherous drive up that hill. To their credit, Portland drivers are super cool. They let you into their lane as you weave your way across the maze of freeway bridges that span the Willamette, sometimes with a nod of forgiveness and always the utmost understanding. Not a single honk as they willingly allow you to cut them off, as you span four lanes in under a mile, one of many reasons Portland has a permanent place in my heart.
I’m surprised to say this might be my favorite trip our family has taken so far. I love this city, I love the vibe, the people, the "weird", which is not really weird. It's just cool people with sleek and unique fashion, making their passions fly.
Ripping off the band-aid today, sadly starting the nine-hour struggle to Sacramento, the longest leg of our trip.
But it's not all bad as we drink in the sights and scenes of multiple national forests.
Idyllic Ashland, home of the three-season Shakespeare festival, lies at our halfway point, and we stop here to stretch our legs.
Lithia Park lies adjacent to Main Street/main square, art stalls lining its lengths. There’s a pond with turtles and ducks,
A wading area with cold water for dipping hot, tired feet, a whopping 93 acres of anything you could want.
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