UNSTUCK: THE ROAD TO STUMPTOWN
Reflection, Rumination & Rhetoric from the Road
Four nights in the same place while road-ripping is too long; the glaze starts to come off.
And though Bend is very happy and livable, especially beneath earthshine…
…the glaze dulls.
So: Happy to head for the hills.
A roll through Sisters (the town and the mountains) to Portland’s Kimpton RiverPlace, a hotel at arm’s length from the squalor that has consumed too much of this fabulous city for too long.
Folks have said local government is finally cracking down on crackheads and taking their town back. Kudos to them if true. I’m not optimistic, suspecting smoke and mirrors as when China’s Xi visited San Fran. But since happiness is based on low expectations, maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised.
On the eve of such investigation (results to be reported in a few days), a visit to Swank (my favorite Portland bar) for a Mezcal Negroni…
…followed by Pacific Northwest oysters and king salmon at my favorite Portland restaurant, Southpark Seafood.
Meantime, a stone’s throw away at Arlene Schnitzer Cancer Hall, the Oregon Symphony this night performs Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.
Which brings me back to where I began (an epanalepsis) with earthshine, if taking one step beyond, to Riverplace Marina overlooking the Willamette for a nightcap of local Pinot Noir.
Bart lives in Sequim