I didn't take as many photos as I wanted, mainly because I was having too much fun ogling the wonders of a large city. Honestly, I have never been a country bumpkin, nor wanted to be, but I had a moment or two over the five days where I felt like one. Oh, how I miss the bright lights and big city energy.
On Friday, my sister and I went to a few of my favorite shops--ones that will never appear in the hinterland of southern Oregon. I bought teas, exotic spices and breads. I found some biscuits (cookies) that I haven't seen since leaving Edinburgh. We bought some gourmet cupcakes for our Easter dessert that were as big as softballs. Only two actually made it to Sunday...
Saturday was relaxed and easy, a bit more shopping, some reading. Then Saturday night we went out to dinner at Bernie's, a bistro in an eclectic neighborhood of Portland, with lots of cool eateries, art galleries, food trucks, old Victorian houses. The specialty at Bernie's is the southern-style food: buttermilk chicken, hush puppies, collard greens, corn bread. It was incredibly delicious...all of it, not just the chicken.
Sunday it was time to hike off three days of wine, whiskey and great food, so my bro-in-law took us to his favorite weekend dog walking haunt, the Washington State University campus on the outskirts of Vancouver. The original university is in eastern Washington, but now there's this new campus annex with nine miles of wetlands, hidden artworks, and glorious hiking up hill and down dale.
Go Cougars!!
Not only were the grounds and surrounding acres beautiful, but the campus itself was truly stunning, with Art Deco flourishes and unique mosaic columns...
Wetland areas were scattered between buildings, down trails, under walkways, across bridges; even the culverts were cool. The entire campus was a working, growing, thriving eco-environment that was just...totally wonderful on a quiet Easter Sunday...
There were artworks displays that appeared out of nowhere. We were walking down a steep trail, wild grasses and giant rocks to our right, when out of the seemingly barren landscape stood this bronze sculpture...
After an hour or so, and just when I thought it was time to turn back, my bro-in-law said he wanted to show me something that I would really like. It was a long hike down (which meant an equally long hike up), but he said it would be worth it.
And it so completely was. We entered a portion of old forest, dense and lush. Around a slight bend...The Wailing Bell. It was at least 14 feet tall (based on my height), the posts were massive, and the bell actually rang.
The clapper was really heavy and the sound was deep and terrible and mournful. I understood why when I read the message inscribed on the bell itself. Hopefully, dear readers, you can read it if you click on the photo.
I loved the way the base of the posts were wrapped with hammered copper...
What a perfect way to spend a couple of hours. We went home, had waffles and Mimosas, and eased into a late Easter dinner.
I had such a great time, though somehow five days flew by faster than should have been possible. Before I knew it, the boys and I were back on the highway and heading south. The drive seemed endless, but wasn't really, and both dogs were thrilled to be home, rolling on the carpet, throwing toys around, then suddenly falling into their beds to sleep away the rest of the afternoon.
How I would have loved to do the same! Numerous trips up and down the stairs, lots of unpacking, laundry, a walk to the mailbox, dinner and I was done for.
Just like you're supposed to feel after traveling...
What a fantastic get away...I bet it was nice to come home though...
ReplyDeleteYes, it was nice...there's no place like home... ;D
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