Travel

Columbia is GORGES

Because I did not want to overwhelm everyone with how simultaneously urban and outdoorsy I can be, in my last post about my trip to Portland, I decided to wait and save a post about the Columbia Gorges for, well, today. I would also like to take a moment to reflect on the extremely punny title I drafted for this blog post… that I might have stolen from Ithaca, New York. And, I might have a sticker on my laptop that makes the title even less clever.

I'm either pitiful or witty-ful

I’m either pitiful or witty-ful

But, anyway. Onto the meat of this bloggage, which is the part where I wow you all with just how Pacific-Northwest I am these days. And in all seriousness, upon leaving Portland, I google-mapped all the way to the first yelp-reviewed highway stop for the Columbia Gorges, hiked a solid 3 miles up, realized that I don’t think the trail ever really ended, and I hiked back down. Call me Emile Hirsch from Into the Wild. And this is more or less, the chronology of photos from my extremely outdoorsy approximate hour and a half at the Columbia Gorges. IMG_5907 IMG_5914 IMG_5915

I would prefer that on the above two photos we focus more on the surrounding beauty, and less on my awkwardly crinkled shirt. Thanks.IMG_5925 IMG_5917 IMG_5929 IMG_5936 IMG_5921 IMG_5939 IMG_5945 IMG_5947 IMG_5955 IMG_5967 IMG_5977 IMG_5982 IMG_5924 IMG_5991Impressive, huh? I thought so too. What I didn’t capture photographically of this adventure was getting extraordinarily lost on the way back to Seattle and spending WAY more time in Mount Hood, Oregon than I could have ever dreamed. Or planned. And also, while in Mount Hood, I was totally about to text all of my friends telling them that some dumb lady was attempting to siphon gas out of my car, at a GAS STATION, while I was SITTING IN MY CAR, until I realized that Oregon pumps gas for you; and said dumb lady was, in fact, me, and not the gas station attendant wondering who the dip-shit not unlocking her gas tank was. So I leave you with that.

Love,

Phoebe

A Dream of the 90’s is Alive in Portland

I decided to start my first blog post, covering my recent journey to Portland, with the ultimate cliché- a link and title referencing Portlandia. And I don’t regret it because the song is funny, and I saw like 12 choker necklaces that I rocked the shit out of in 3rd grade, so it doesn’t seem totally erroneous. I’m actually not kidding about the chokers though. I walked from the airbnb place I was staying at to the bus stop on the second day I was there, and I passed by a high school; a high school comprised essentially of everything I could have ever dreamed of being circa 1998. And I feel good about that.

Clichés aside, I absolutely loved Portland. It is a lot smaller than Seattle (where I currently reside), which surprised me a little, but I was also surprised by how big Seattle was upon hopping off I-90 West back in June, so I digress. I stayed in the South East Side, in the Division-Clinton area, which was a really interesting and up & coming neighborhood. A famous thai restaurant, Pok Pok, has drawn a lot of foot traffic to Divison street, and within the last few years a bunch of bars, microbreweries and food trucks have moved in, creating an eclectic little neighborhood in SE Portland.

Another stop on Division St.

Another stop on Division St.

Food trucks

Food trucks

four words about this joint: chocolate gooey brownie ice-cream.

Four words about this joint: chocolate gooey brownie ice-cream.

Honorable mentions for the Division/Clinton neighborhood, for which I do not have pics, go out to my new pals Rob at Imperial Bottle Shop & Taproom and Jenny at The American Local, both great places to grab a drink. Also, fun fact about Oregon. Any place that sells spirits is also required to sell meals, and not just potato chips and slim jims behind the bar, like actual meals, so a lot of the bars also have great food—added bonus. Although I am also told some clubs literally have five varieties of TV Dinners in the freezer, simply to meet the requirement.  Another interesting fact. Portland is known for it’s strip clubs, no mom and dad, I didn’t go to one, but Jenny from American Local told me that apparently the strip club Acropolis has one of the best steaks in town. Reason being, the owner, apparently also owns a giant ranch and serves his own fine beef along side his own fine…dancers? ‘MURICA.

So, anyway, because it would seem, based on this post thus far, that I have no other interests besides food, I am going to continue with the theme. Which leads me to another great area in Portland is Hawthorne street, where I found some BOMB Mexican food at ¿Por Qué No? Taquería

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Mhmm.

Mhmm.

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:'(

😥

Now, I am going to throw a non-food curve ball at you for a hot second, and show you more pictures that I took on my stroll down Hawthorne, mostly to impress you with my non-food related interests.

Powell's Books, a Portland original/legend

Powell’s Books, a Portland original/legend

and you know it's good because they have a ladder, all Belle from Beauty and the Beast-ish

and you know it’s good because they have a ladder, all Belle from Beauty and the Beast-ish

Richard Wright on a wall. love this one

Richard Wright on a wall. love this one

Virginia on a wall

Virginia on a wall

Now that I’ve covered Division & Hawthorne, let’s move along frog to the Pearl District/Downton. Shout out to my roommate Katie for the recommendation on NW 23rd street, because there are some seriously awesome boutiques round thurr. Also, because it’s me, Phoebe, speaking, there’s also some seriously awesome food around.

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Lovejoy Bakery- right in the Pearl D

Lovejoy Bakery- right in the Pearl D

In the words of Joe Cocker, "You are so beautiful...to me"

In the words of Joe Cocker, “You are so beautiful…to me”

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cute local brew

cute local brew

So, this is the part where I found it. And by it, I can only mean…

VOODOO DONUTS

VOODOO DONUTS

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Good things come in pink boxes.

Good things come in pink boxes.

For the win. What's your fav donut? Suggestions appreciated for my many impending future visits.

For the win. What’s your fav donut? Suggestions appreciated for my many impending future visits.

Now that I’ve covered Division, Hawthorne, and Pearl District/ Downtown. I will conclude my tour de Portland with what may be my favorite neck of the woods, Alberta Arts District.

Love this

Love this

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the only evidence that I did, in fact go to Portland

the only evidence that I did, in fact go to Portland

I will Portland. Thank you.

I will Portland. Thank you.

if you say so, Little Big Burger

if you say so, Little Big Burger

Pretty content in Back to Eden bakery

Pretty content in Back to Eden bakery with a good read.

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That’s a sampling of Alberta- such a fun and walkable area.

Last but not least, here are a few pics of the AWESOME place I stayed at in Portland.

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It’s been real. I’ll try and include more people pics in da future. But for now, I leave you with this

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