>Bullock and I got back this afternoon. We were *supposed* to get back this morning, but our red-eye flight from Portland yesterday didn’t leave until nearly 2am. And of course I hardly slept on the plane or in the airport while waiting. Why, btw, does airport furniture make it impossible to recline and snooze? It’s not like today’s airports, with their “ticketed passengers only” rules, are in danger of collecting homeless bench sleepers. Given the frequency with which passengers get stranded, you’d think they’d at least give us reclining seats.
So anyway, we’re very tired here, but the trip was fantastic. The wedding was beautiful — it was at a resort in the Columbia River Gorge — and all the associated events were fun and full of good food and company. And even though Bullock and I knew no one but the bride, all of her friends were interesting, good people, and we had a fine time talking to them all. Plus, in addition to wedding festivities, I got to see my friend Tommy, eat some yummy food he prepared for us, meet his sweet doggie, and also see his co-op chicken coop and chickens. Being the suburban/city girl that I am, I’d never held eggs fresh from the chicken and it was kind of cool. Plus the chickens were pretty — not your generic white ones.
We also spent some time in downtown Portland, buying books at Powells (of course), eating sushi in an automat, drinking coffee, shopping, and generally walking around, watching people.
And finally, on our last day, before that red-eye flight, Bullock and I spent the day doing the auto tour of the “Historic Highway” along the Gorge, stopping at all the waterfalls and hiking up the trails around — and sometimes under — them. (I’ll post pictures when we’ve uploaded them.) By the end of the tour, I was kind of fascinated by the fact that we were doing what the road had been built for — auto-tourism — but we were also reading markers and seeing interpretative exhibits about those historical tourists. So were tourists *of* tourism. It was kind of a tourism mise en abyme.