20 miles of steep, narrow, winding road ahead,
difficult for trailers”
[Hilarious, but metaphorical for their life as a couple]
Our dear friend and former neighbor who hired me to drive, had family load the long, long truck. Driving to the Oregon Coast was always done in two days by Kay and me. So, I planned the long haul to be done likewise. It worked perfectly.
Three professional movers unloaded the huge truck on time as scheduled. A nice guest apartment nearby was provided for me ... including the best breakfast I could imagine!
The next day, Wednesday, I returned the truck, helped move boxes around, etc., and met some friendly neighbors. That afternoon, I attended the beautiful Portland temple, which Kay and I had enjoyed once before; (there is no fast way to describe how I loved my experience this week, knowing we are together forever).
Thursday afternoon, from a Trimet stop at Fred Meyer next door, I easily took a bus to city center, enjoyed the Festival of Flowers at Pioneer Courthouse Square (Portland’s “living room”), caught the MAX train through rain to the airport, saw a big Navy ship, and took a shuttle to my hotel — close enough to hear the rumble of jets taking off. All that for $1.25, a 2.5-hour senior pass. Sweet vacation, but this old (pc: “more mature”) man was eager to return home.
After the 5am all-you-can-eat, hot breakfast yesterday, I caught the shuttle to PDX, Alaska Airlines to SLC International, UTA TRAX to North Temple Street, and FrontRunner train (my comfort zone) to Ogden. A short walk to Colonial Court (could’ve hopped on a bus for free) was time for a visit with friends who were waiting at a bus stop and for pics at the DUP Pioneer Museum. Home at 2:34, my leftover snacks got me through a welcome siesta. An evening without plans was heavenly in our main building — another story for a different time.
It was a long, long week for the Portland project ... and I loved it. Thanks for the memories!
what I mean by "long, long"
our favorite in Oregon
where to go from city center
