Point of Entry – Portland International Airport
Oregon is another state whose memories for me started with a layover in the airport. Along with the requisite Starbucks and other standard airport fare, our terminal had a Powells in it. Used books at the airport? This was definitely a place for me to return to.
A couple years later we did, though not to the airport. And like that bookstore, Oregon had some wonderful things that seemed a bit out of place.
Like a spectacular waterfall --- along the freeway.
Like open flatlands --- with giant volcanoes rising out of them.
Like a stunning, giant, deep lake --- on top of an old volcano.
Like people bicycling --- on the Interstate.
Like a lecture at Fort Clatsop --- on the Battle of Baltimore.
Even the road we were on one Sunday afternoon was a bit out of place. We were on a newly opened bypass about which our GPS knew nothing. My kids squealed and laughed as the poor thing tried to tell us how to navigate across open fields.
Yes, much of what I remember of Oregon seems a bit out of place. But I'm one who loves sweet surprises so Oregon's memories are all real treats.
I want to proudly call it MY Oregon now, Jeff, but the word MY is not helpful most of the time. We love this part of the world and are grateful to let it lend us a space for our little time here on the planet. You've seen places I haven't yet seen. Come back so you can add more words and pictures to your blog!!
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