Portland At Last

Like Meriweather Lewis and George Clark we followed the Columbia to the Pacific. As usual, we always eat first so we dined at a wonderful Thai Restaurant near Alison and Mark's home in Portland. Since Mondays are traditionally dark days for museums we will probably do a little sightseeing of this much talked about progressive city.

Jim says to let you all know that our luck holds and Saturday night we lost power at the campground; in fact, the entire area near and around the Columbia River Gorge. So, after waiting several hours on Sunday to resume power, we moved to the other side of the River into Washington and found a beautiful campground.

I'm sure my thesaurus would be inadequate to provide adequate adjectives to describe the Columbia River Gorge. It swallows all within its walls up and at the same time provides an opening to the sky that is limitless.

Everywhere there are trains and I mean long trains with often four engines to carry and push these 100-car trains up the mountains.

On Saturday on our way down from Boise we drove on a switchback road that was six to seven miles in length and thousands of feet high.

We're tried to stay in state parks when possible as the RV parks are like parking lots. Since we are now traveling south we should not have a problem finding a park that's open and it should be warm enough to enjoy an evening campfire.

Will write more later. And, let me have your comments. Love Janet and Jim