Here’s a pre-dinner self-portrait, where Matt looks cute and you can see how well my grays are coming in.
Our meal was great. The fact we couldn’t make reservations, showed up right after opening and still had to wait 45 minutes wasn’t so delightful. Portland.
My first encounter with Thai Rolled Ice Cream was at the Minnesota State Fair. I did not stand in line to have some–the line was long–but I did get a good overview of the situation because they were stationed right below an escalator so I got a birds-eye view as I was headed down.
There’s a shop now in Portland, so I was excited to try this and avoid the line. We failed at avoiding the line–it was a very sunny and warm spring day and the shop was full. But we did get ample opportunity to watch our treat being made.
Liquid is ladled onto a very cold disk and things are added in. I got the Oreo one, so mine had a crushed up Oreo. Then the mixture is spread into a square and carefully rolled into five rolls, which are placed in the cup.
You can then add three toppings, a sauce, and some whipped cream.
Matt opted to skip the whipped cream, and so you can see his banana and Nutella ice cream rolls much better.
While it was fun to watch the creation of this dessert, I didn’t love the flavor of the lactose-free “ice cream.”
Matt and I had a date at the Oregon Historical Society to see Racing to Change: Oregon’s Civil Rights Years.
It was a good exhibit. Both of us were left with the depressing feeling that not much has changed since the 1960s and 1970s.
Here’s a picture of houses and businesses in the thriving Black community in the Vancouver/Williams area. The 188 shaded houses and several businesses were claimed through eminent domain and torn down for the expansion of Legacy Emmanuel Hospital, an expansion that never came. The Oregonian featured one woman’s story on July 6, 2017. “City policy cost 98-year-old black woman her home. Here’s why she won’t get it back.”
We learned about the tense relationship between police and the black community including police officers taking part in racist harassment, being fired and the police taking part in a “Cops Have Rights Too” rally. The officers were reinstated.
An observation by Avel Gordly
Instructions for what to do when stopped by the police which are still the same instructions given today. Point #12 was interesting advice about how to sit in the police car more comfortably.
Also this great letter from the chairperson of the Black Justice Committee, who opens with an apology and acknowledgment that putting together the monthly mailing is “a big drag.” This made me laugh.
The exhibit ends with ways to work for change.
And here’s where I should have kept to what I had planned.
Instead of following the Oregon Bikeways path between Salem and Champoeg, we made the mistake of using Waze. Waze kept wanting to put us on the freeway. Unfortunately, every entrance to the freeway had very long backups. We would wait for a while and then Waze would re-route us further south, to wait in another long line for the freeway. We did this four times, never actually reaching the freeway, before I called, “Uncle,” we stopped at a truck stop to have a mediocre meal, and I took over the navigating.
This man was walking faster than cars were moving.
There was a lot of this:
I didn’t keep track of what time we left Salem, probably 1:15-1:30 pm. After the truck stop, I used Google Maps and chased the roads that were green. It meant we went out of our way, but at least we were moving. Once we got far enough north on back roads, we easily popped onto the interstate and had a quick trip home. But overall? Probably five hours in the car. It took us an hour to get there.
Still totally worth it.
After the eclipse, I stood in line to have the letters and postcards cancelled, and then we took a self-guided tour of the capitol.
Here’s Matt, sitting at the governor’s desk.
And now let’s see Matt as the governors. As Theodore T. Greer:
As Julius Meier: (note that after that first picture, I neglected to take photos of the name plates, and there is not a convenient State Capitol Virtual Tour of all the portraits. So I’m matching faces to Wikipedia entries, especially for the pre-1960’s governors. Feel free to suggest corrections.)
As Oswald West:
As Ted Kulongoski:
As John Kitzhaber:
As Tom McCall:
As Barbara Roberts:
As Bob Straub:
And also as the dog:
I was quite taken by this very large mural of a good lookin’ shirtless guy. Who was that guy? Why did a shirtless worker make the cut for official statehouse murals?
Here’s what time we arrived in Salem. We left at 3:30. There was traffic all the way, but not significant slowing. Mostly my driving was in the 50 mph range.
In all my planning, I forgot to think about parking. Happily, we grabbed the last space in front of the State Library, paid for a full day of parking, and headed out to the capitol grounds. There we set up our space. There was one other group on the lawn when we arrived–it turns out we were there before the park opened. That was probably why all the other people were still hanging out at their cars. Then we both fell asleep.
Time stamp: 5:52 am
Matt’s sleeping setup.
Here we are more awake. 6:27am.
I made breakfast pizza for our trip. Breakfast pizza was AMAZING! Thanks, Cooks Illustrated for creating such a delightful concoction of ingredients. My work-mate mentioned that there would be a special postage cancellation at the capitol, so soon after the 8 am capitol opening time, I went in search of it. This is Helen, who not only works at the post office, but also designed the special cancellation. I bought commemorative envelopes from the gift shop and a sheet of eclipse stamps, plus some postcards and headed back outside to do some on-site corresponding. (Sadly, I took pictures of none of this, not the many postcards, or the special envelopes, or the special cancellation.) You can do a Google Image search though, which is more fun, because you get to see cancellations from across the country.
Look at these amazing stamps! They change color when you apply heat!
I also couldn’t resist the pressed penny machine.
Here we are in our glasses. 9:09 am. The eclipse has begun! When you put on those glasses, everything went black, except the sun. Hence the not-great framing. Notice how many more people are around us. They kept coming.
These two were among my favorite of our neighbors. While most people, myself included, would put on the glasses and then take them off, look around, do other stuff (write letters, postcards) and then check back in with how the eclipse was going, these two put on their glasses and kept them on.
The stamps in the sun!
Our nearest eclipse neighbor to the left. He had a lot of cameras going. There were a lot of cameras in general. The fountain in the background came on early in the morning. Overheard: “I work at the capitol, and that fountain is never on!”
My favorite young viewer.
Improvising filters for the phone cameras. 10:03am.
And then it got colder and colder. I put my sweater back on. And then it was dark. Total eclipse. These are photos I took on my normal camera on the auto setting with no filter. I zoomed and pushed the shutter button. I’m thrilled they came out so well. 10:18 am.
The cold was surprising to me. Also surprising was how it didn’t really get dark. This is mid-eclipse. It was more of a dusk, than of a midnight thing.
Back to the sun/moon thing.
What it looked like without zooming.
So many cameras!
I think this one is my favorite.
Totality is over. Seeing the huge difference between 99% and 100%, I was very glad we made the journey.
Time stamp: 10:29 am. I was very surprised how soon after totality people packed up and left. There was still another hour of eclipse. Ten minutes prior, this was full of people. My work colleague was among the early leavers. It took her only two hours to get home. This was a far shorter trip than we had.
Some eclipse supplies.
Matt wanted to do an escape room for his birthday, so we visited Portland Escape Rooms for their Steampunk-themed escape. We made it out of the dirigible (although we did neglect to find that last life jacket for the captain. He said he was fine to go down with his ship)
Matt, myself, Greg, and Burt joined five other people we hadn’t met to conquer the various puzzles presented to us. This room had a reset factor, which kept everyone occupied the entire time. Whenever people were standing about, the costumed actors would tell us the flux-capacitor (or whatever it was) needed to be adjusted. I quite liked this as it eliminated the need to beat previous teams’ times.
It was also my first time with employees as characters in the room. They were very fun. This was an improvement over the guy who sat in the room with us, but was not a character.
We’ve taken a lot of short hikes this summer. This was another of those. It was the Portland Hill Walk that took us to the top of Powell Butte which gave us a very nice view of Portland.
Self-portrait from the top.
It’s summer Shakespeare season. We’ve seen Portland Actors Ensemble shows at Lone Fir before and so go there early to claim our space. We caught the end of rehearsal, when guns were scattered about.
This was a robustly military production of the often-not-seen Troilus & Cressida.
I enjoyed what this percussionist–seemingly not mentioned in the program?–added to the story.
I wasn’t the only person taking photos.
In the audience tonight was the woman who has been designing the PAE t-shirts. She was working a quilt to commemorate her work. I love this quilt! She’s a great designer. I used to have the top row, second-from-the-left shirt.
This was a four-mile hike starting at Firelane 15. It was a great little Forest Park hike, involving some climbing and some flat parts. The picture below is of the power lines, with the Willamette looking tiny in the background.
Found on this hike: amusing graffiti.