In Portland
Sam was offered a chance to take part in a field school training thing in Long Beach, WA. Nearest airport? PDX. Did I want to go? Sure, I can find something useful to do for a few days, then she could join me for the last 48 hours. Cool beans.
Portland has this curiously Canadian feel to it. You have economic disparity [witnessed first-hand on the LRT ride in from the airport], old houses with trees [like most cities in the East or on the West coast] and lots of pubs and bars in the older parts of town. Right now, the trees [of a type I'm not 100% familiar with - cherry?] are in bloom. The street I'm staying on is lined with the vibrant pink of spring. It is lovely. Think of a Thunderchild crab, but 3 stories high. That's another thing - the weather is like Victoria's. It was sunny and cool when we arrived, rained hard and cleared, repeated that condition and cleared up to a nice bit of late-day sun. As I said, it's very Canadian - Victoria's weather, Halifax's pubs, Calgary's disparity on the LRT, pink trees as in my imagined Montreal or Ottawa. I haven't been much farther afield in Canada than that, so I can't make further comparisons. It's not quite like other US cities, at least the ones I've been to. Beats the shit out of Pinedale.
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