Hello Everyone! Are you ready for a looong one? Portland’s had truly Spring-like weather, the absolute best I can recall in my fifteen years as a citizen, excellent for gardening, with more digging, planting, and walking. This time we actually went beyond the city limits to where John McLoughlin, also known as the “Father of Oregon,” first laid claim to the territory in the name of the British.
In the back yard at the McLoughlin House, which was moved from its original location near the river. The cannon dates from 1789!
The tunnel under Singer Hill Road,
named for Singer Creek, which exits on the other side.
I love Art Deco, and the Clackamas County Courthouse is a dandy example.
A spectacularly fine roadster, a ’32-’34 Ford, I think. Hef?
Crossing the Oregon City Bridge to West Linn.
Apparently it was a great day for fishing, too. Dontigny, were you out there?
Yellow Awning
Red Ball
Tiny Vesicles
Cat Walk
Peeling Rust
Climbing the steps to Mt. Seleya.
Stopping for a lunch break at Mi Famiglia. We had a delicious spinach salad and mighty fine wood fired pizza, cremini and peperoncini, to be exact.
I spy…
The poor hubster, the one time he really wants to shop, the place is closed. He missed out on a slice of our childhood, with metal lunch boxes, Matchbox cars, Tonka trucks, action figures, McDonald’s glasses, and much, much more…
The tunnel to the Oregon City Municipal Elevator, the only one of its kind in the United States, and pretty darn cool, if you ask me.
It looks a bit like a space ship from the exterior.
The new Oregon City Bridge, boy is it a looker.
Oregon City is filled with charming houses. This one dates to 1877.
Willamette Falls
West Linn paper and vestiges of businesses past.
Nap interrupted.
My second favorite mural ever! The first is in this post.
The gorgeous Atkinson Memorial Church, circa 1924.
Waterboard Park bridges the second and third tiers of Oregon City. Hushed, save for the songs of robins, towhees, and one giggling human.
This is asphalt, slowly being consumed by earth and landslides. We felt as though we’d entered a portal into Logan’s Run, wondering if around the next bend we’d hear the howl and screech of cats and the moaning of “Sanctuary!”
Downtown Portland from the bluff. The hubster’s building is the tall one on the right. Hi Buddy!
Wisteria in full bloom.
This is considered to be the oldest working fire station west of the Rockies. But who cares about that; the sign is neon!
Inside the 100 year-old Carnegie Library.
Treats at Mike’s Drive-In, a banana and a Mayan shake.
Thanks for another great walk, Laura O. Foster!
a silent sea captain,
old buildings
