Two years on & it’s time to put these up before I accidentally baleeet what’s left like I accidentally baleeeted the part where we visited the Japanese Gardens >_< Funny to look back on these pictures, & then look at the 4yo O bouncing off the walls today. Time @_@!
So before we rocketed out of P-town, we took a trip to see Multnomah Falls. I met up with some people I'd met online; my world-ranging biologist friend Chris who was in town hanging out with our maths-crazy buddy Bike Mike.
While we hiked to the top of the falls, Orlando was having ice cream at the bottom with Nanna, Mum, Andrew & Emily. Somewhere we have a picture of the infamous SNEZ train, although you cannot see the SNEZ. We think this may have been the origin of O’s fascination with ‘junk words’. Here instead is a view of the Columbia River from most the way along the hike up the falls.
So we successfully land in Portland, + immediately the difference in the general tone + attitude of everyone around us is noticeably chill than either our city of origin or any of our previous stops. Even the grumpy, in-a-hurry people are polite. Andrew is waiting to escort us to his cool pad in Southeast P-town. We dump our gear + jump on the vibe.
Andrew’s neighborhood is pretty nice, but even the relatively-divey part of town where we used to live (‘sup Division!) is all tidy + respectable these days. . . amazing.
Meanwhile, my brain is continually freaking out at how green it is here; memory is no replacement for vivid reality! Many of the neighbors have gardens overflowing with tasty bits to sample; one place in particular has chooks that O “better talk to,” AND huge overgrowth of large, sweet blueberries. Very nice.
There’s also plenty of tasty cafés in this neck of the woods, several awesome playgrounds (including one with giant slides, see-saws, a merry-go-round + always a lot of friendly children for Orlando to play with), + a farmer’s market around the corner every Wednesday, complete with all the fresh organic produce you could want + a mariachi band to boot. Something else you notice that I don’t remember; people actually stop + give way to pedestrians. Maybe it’s just a Southeast Portland thing? I dunno, pretty cool though.
>>>>follow on! >>>>
Waking up well before sunrise on Orlando’s 2nd birthday, we piled into Uncle Steven’s taxi, butterflies in our tummies fluttering as we made the trip to the Adelaide airport. A little convincing is needed to get the girls at the ticket desk to book our luggage through to Los Angeles, but we assure them it is possible, + we board for the short flight to Brisbane without too much hassle. Orlando seems to take it all in stride, sure, buckle up! Orlando makes Nana turn the overhead lights on + off a million times. . . Here we go! Up + down again pretty quick as the sun makes his appearance, hop to the international terminal + onto the biiiig jet. These seats have plenty of buttons + a screen each, much to O’s amusement. Catch a nap while we wait for lunch to come around, + the day zips by as we push East over the ocean.
>>>follow on. . . >>>
Packed up the car on Friday the 13th for a quick trip to Deep Creek.
Weather report said chance of sprinkles Saturday morning, no big deal when the days are so sunny, right? So after class we piled into the Been + raced the sunset to Trig campground, our only neighbors being kangaroos. With the last of the light fading away, I made dinner while Aurelia set up the tent and Orlando ran around waving a torch, declaring there to be “lots of trees!” 🙂
It was a very warm night, so after O passed out we made cocoas + enjoyed a bit of quiet time under the moon. . . meanwhile, ominous clouds moved in from the ocean. . .
I woke briefly around midnight to the sound of gentle rain, so I pulled our shoes in the tent.
Around 3am, ‘lando wakes us with a yell, what’s going on?! It’s raining fairly steadily now. . . + then the tent lights up electric blue, a thundering BADOOOOM! following a second later. The rain seems to be slowing, but our rainfly is nearly soaked through, + if we get any more cloudbursts we’ll be swimming, so I make the executive decision to break camp. The rain piddles on us as we toss O, smiling at the excitement, in the car, + proceed to tear our tent down while lightning strikes just off to the south. Short trip.
Just a bit out of Deep Creek the sky explodes again. Tomorrow we will be full of “Rain! Tent!” talk, but for now it’s trail mix + sing-a-longs as we make our way back to Adelaide.