Tuesday
Oct 11
We were both up by
6:00am and lounged an extra hour before heading down for our continental
breakfast. Oatmeal and energy bars along with a strong dark roast coffee would
set us up nicely for the day. By 9:00 am we were wheels rolling, southward
towards Oregon…Portland to be exact. Downtown Portland is where we will spend most of the day, not
all but most.
First stop was Washington Park, smack dab in the middle of town
Once we found a place to park
we headed for the zoo, leaving Rosie to guard our stuff (don't worry, we were
parked in the shade with all windows cracked open…Rosie was comphy). At the zoo
we saw a nice variety of wildlife including, bears, lions, elephants monkeys,
gazelle, a mountain goat, bald eagles, turtles, an anaconda, a semi trained hippo
named Pops, and we even saw a three legged hyena.
Around noon we headed downtown to try and find somewhere to eat lunch. Great people watching...
Once we found a
convenient parking spot the three of us walked around in search of a great
meal. We walked and pondered display menus and walked some more. Then we
finally made our decision..we settled for our old faithful eatery. A twelve
inch subway was split between the three of us…and it was good.
There is a waterfall
about 30 miles out of town that Kerry always wanted to see. I tried to argue it
was too far out of the way, but like a politician, she debated her opinion and
won by a landslide. We were now off to the Multnamah Waterfall. Irony…it ended
up being the best part of the day for me.
Once the awe was absorbed and the
photos shot, we headed to our last destination for the night, a state park
called Champoeg, just outside of Salem Oregon.
This was a beautiful
place to call it a day. While I set up our van Kerry got to visit with a
camping neighbor, a young family who recently moved here from South
Africa. They were looking for a better life, and judging by this beautiful
campground, they found it.
She actually told Kerry that they were living the life of gypsies, and they enjoyed the freedom that this lifestyle offered them.
It was interesting when later on Kerry and I took Rosie for a bedtime walk. As we approached our campsite we noticed the entire gypsy clan sitting outside of their camper, socializing by the camp fire. On the lawn standing by herself was a young girl playing the violin. Yupp, they were gypsies alright. Have you ever seen the movie "The Red Violin?"
By 7:30pm the sun was
down, our meal was consumed , our teeth were brushed and a nice leisurely
walk-a-bout wore us out just enough to insure a good night's sleep. Tomorrow we
continue south on the I 5. Tomorrow might be the last day of our
vacation…maybe, or maybe not!
I notice no posts in 3 years so hope this comment may get to you. Just wanted to tell you that today I finished reading your book "Where Eagles Fly, Uncensored ...". It appears out of print but I found a used copy online. It is a fabulous story. I was specifically looking for a copy because I recently learned that John Acy (Red) Campbell III was my 6th cousin. His grandfather, John Acy Campbell I married a woman Lillie Ellis who had a grandmother who was a Corkum. Yeah, it's a thin thread that ties Red to my family but I'm still proud to include him in my family tree (and you too since your wife is a 6th cousin once removed.)
ReplyDeleteI live just outside Halifax, Nova Scotia and it was also interesting to learn that he passed through here on his way to England.
Red is now among the "interesting relatives" on the genealogy page of my web site.
Rod Corkum
https://rodcorkum.weebly.com