Oregon

Oregon is sleeping in a hotel that used to be a school: our room an old classroom with chalkboards and a cloakroom, plus a brewery down the hall. It’s a wine tour and fishing the Umpqua. It’s the stunning Crater Lake and at last seeing crossbills. Oregon is the marvelous Metolius River and that glass of wine we had on the patio and our disbelief (not owning one ourselves) that a household dishwasher could run for way more than an hour. Oregon is splurging on a couple of nights at a resort on the Rogue River where we were the obvious hoi polloi. It’s beaches and sea stacks (but that horrific traffic jam that kept me from tidal pools). Oregon is Portland and Powell’s. It’s the Chinese Garden and that great photo of Tim and tea, and the Japanese Garden with Holly and Maggie. It’s Multnomah Falls and the Bonneville fish hatchery. Oregon is a well-loved twentieth-anniversary trip. Ten years ago.

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