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August 12-18, 2009: The Porti Go Interstate

Travis, Michele, and Julia go on vacation alone together—just the 3 of them— for the first time since...well, for the first time. Literally.

Above: Our route. Boise-Bonneville Dam-Portland-Tillamook-Newport-Yachats-Rock Creek Campground-Florence-Bend-Boise. 1,400 miles.

Above: We set out. Julia in her sedan backseat cave surrounded by gear and food.

Above: Our first destination—Bonneville Dam on the Columbia River to see the white sturgeon and trout. Herman the sturgeon, to be exact. There have been more than one Herman, just as there have been more than one Lassie. But that's not the point.

The point is, have you ever seen a 9+ foot sturgeon?! They are freeeaky and prehistoric looking! Check it:

Above: photo from the Bureau of Reclamation.

Above: Herman (or maybe his/her friend, who knows?) gets friendly with the viewing window.

OK. On to Portland. One of our favorite cities, evah.

Above: Weary Idahoans strolling along the Willamette in downtown Portland. (Note to self: dye hair ASAP!)


Above: Julia while waiting to be seated at dinner.

Above: A common dinnertime view of mine. Family members playing on their electronic gadgets and sorta ignoring me? Check.



Above: Julia and Travis in front of the Greek restaurant at which we ate. The purple octopus is a little hard to ignore. I know, it's a little gimmicky, but I've eaten there twice now and it's been pretty good.


Above: Julia and me *over* the world's smallest park—Mill Ends Park.

Above: It has something to do with leprechauns. Whatever. Hooray for creative human beings.

Above: A trip to Portland isn't complete without a visit to the seedy end of town and a 25 minute wait in line to buy Voodoo Doughnut donuts. (Pssst. Not really.)

Above: Their menu. It's pretty entertaining.

I suspect that Anthony Bourdain's spotlight on Voodoo Doughnuts in his No Reservations TV show added to crowdedness. Travis was a good sport.

The following clip is worth a look:

Above: Our bounty. I wanted to get the maple bar with bacon, but they were sold out.


So, Voodoo Doughnuts is famous because they put random @$&*! on donuts? Well...yeah!

Above: Julia checks out the kids' section room at Powell's Books, the largest independent bookstore in the world. It takes up a full city block, and I'm not sure how many floors it has.

I love Powell's, but it's a bit overwhelming. I went there without a plan, and ended up wandering around for an hour and impulse-buying a used Dean Koontz book. Lame!

Fast-forward many hours, with a quick shout-out to the Tillamook Cheesemakers
(Go team! I love that mascot!), and we arrive at the Rock Creek Campground about 10 miles south of Yachats.

Above: Our campsite for three two nights (story later).

Above: Our first taste of the Oregon coast at a beach across Highway 101 from our campground.

Above: Julia mid-jump in the surf. About .47 seconds before she fell and got all wet, and about 2.32 seconds before I realized I didn't pack enough clothes for her.

Above: We had the nicest weather. Isn't that just...wow!

Above: In Newport, we bypassed the busy Oregon Coast Aquarium and instead hung out at the Oregon State University Hatfield Marine Science Center.

Above: Travis pets a skate.

The OSU Marine Science Center has plenty of touch pools, tanks of critters, a noble cause, and no crowds. What more do you need?

Above: I swear that skate liked it.

Above: Julia and Mr. Walrus compare notes.

Next up—beach time at Yaquina Bay State Park!

Above: Julia approves. Whew!

Above: A pause before some surf walkin' and low-tide critter pokin'.

Above: Travis and Julia weren't as excited about critter pokin' as I was.

Above: A pile o' critters.

Above: Travis and Julia with the Newport Bridge in the distance.

Above: At the Newport Public Library, Julia checks out the reading material and deems it "boring".

Above: The moment Julia had been waiting for.

Above: Julia cold, shivering, and showing grim determination to build a sand castle.

Above: The remains of my dinner. Is that gross? I'm sorry.

Above: The view from the top of Cape Perpetua. It is probably in the top ten most beautiful views I can remember ever experiencing.

Above: Me holding on to Julia for dear life.


Above: Family photo with a little help from a kind passerby.

Above: I believe I have expressed my love of paths before. Don't you want to go down it too?

Above: Fern therapy! Seriously, if we all could lie down in ferny northwest forests periodically, the world would be a much better place.

Above: Julia gets it.

Above: Julia takes in the curvature of the earth. Well, maybe not. But I noted it.

At this point in the trip, we entered the "The Lost 24 Hours". We packed up camp one day early and traveled to Florence, Oregon so that a doctor could help us with the mysterious hives that Julia slowly developed over the previous day and that we weren't able to deal with. We got very familiar with the Florence hospital ER waiting room, the Florence Fred Meyer, the Florence pizza joint, and the Florence dive-of-a-motel-at-the-intersection-of-two-highways-with-a-25-cent-per-bucket-ice-machine-and-mismatched-sheets. It wasn't our best 24 hours.

Above: The Morning After. Anti-inflammatory meds have kicked in, appetite has built back up, and Julia treats everyone within earshot at the Florence Dunes Cafe to her fabulous rendition of "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)" by They Might Be Giants.

Above: Blissing out at Drake Park in Bend.

Above: Julia and I recreating (kinda) a photo of us in Drake Park taken 7 years earlier when Julia was 9 months old...

Above: This one. (September 2002)

Above: And now let's pause to ponder how cute duck bottoms are.

Above: Julia shows off her Shirley Temple at the Bend Brewing Company.

Above: Catching the sunset.

Above: The light was so warm that evening. Julia's green eyes just glowed.

To make up for "The Lost 24 Hours", we stayed in Bend for one extra day.

Above: Julia at the top of Pilot Butte with the Three Sisters volcanoes and Mt. Bachelor in the background. Hey, that's funny! I never thought of that...

Above: Julia dunking Travis.

Above: Go Beavs! (Hey, it's in my blood.)


Above: In downtown Bend. Such a cute city.

Above: Beer-eye view.


Above: Stealth view of Julia. She's such a good traveler and entertains herself well.

Above: Parting shot.

The End.

 

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  • 8/24/2009 2:19 PM pappa wrote:
    Mill Ends Park (sometimes mistakenly called Mill's End Park)[1] in Portland, Oregon, United States, is a small park that was created on St. Patrick's Day, 1948, to be a colony for leprechauns and a location for snail races. It is the smallest park in the world, according to the Guinness Book of Records, which first granted it this recognition in 1971. The park is a circle 2 ft (0.61 m) across, with a total area of 452 sq in (0.292 m2), in a traffic median which in 1948 was intended to be the site for a light pole. When the pole failed to appear and weeds sprouted in the opening, Dick Fagan, a columnist for the Oregon Journal, planted flowers in the hole and named it after his column in the paper, "Mill Ends". Fagan's office in the Journal building overlooked the median in the middle of the busy thoroughfare that ran in front of the building and was then known as SW Front Avenue.

    Fagan told the story of the park's origin:[citation needed] He looked out the window and spotted a leprechaun digging in the hole. He ran down and grabbed the leprechaun, which meant that he had earned a wish. Fagan said he wished for a park of his own; but since he had not specified the size of the park in his wish, the leprechaun gave him the hole. Over the next two decades, Fagan often featured the park and its head leprechaun, named Patrick O'Toole, in his whimsical column.

    Fagan died of cancer in 1969, but the park lived on, cared for by others. It was named an official city park in 1976. Mill Ends Park is located at SW Naito Parkway and SW Taylor in downtown Portland.

    The small circle has featured many unusual items through the decades, including a swimming pool for butterflies—complete with diving board, a horseshoe, a fragment of the Journal building, and a miniature Ferris wheel which was delivered by a full size crane.

    In February 2006, the park was temporarily relocated during road construction to a planter outside the World Trade Center Portland, about 80 feet (24 m) from its permanent location. It was returned to its home—now named SW Naito Parkway—on March 16, 2007.[2][3]
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