Pacific Northwest - Day 3

All morning, all afternoon, waterfalls. The Historic Columbia River Highway has got more waterfalls than it knows what to do with. Most can be seen right off the highway, but a few require a bit of a hike. Multnomah Falls takes the cake. It's the most famous and also the most touristy (with a restaurant and gift shop) but for good reason. It's impressive enough in a photograph, but staring at it close up with the bright green foliage, and the bridge is all kinds of wonderful. I did the steep hike to the top, which left me struggling for breath, but the view looking down would have caused that anyway.

By the time I was done inspecting every fall I could locate, my body was all shaky with fatigue. I hadn't slept much the night before, what with the bikers waking up earlier than should be legal and waking me up with them. So I decided to take a break from hostels and grabbed a hotel room near Portland. Then it started to rain, and the wind picked up and soon it was full-on storming. Can't say I was upset to be snug in my room, watching it all drip down the windows.

I caught up with the job search, which has been become a steady routine of applying and having my efforts sucked into the black hole which is the internet. Did get this email, however, from a summer job I applied for in Switzerland:
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We have received an overwhelming amount of applications and unfortunately the position was filled today. Your portfolio is great, and to be honest the work we have to offer on this project is too junior (and quite dry) for someone with your talent. As we do like your style very much - we are keeping your portfolio on record for future projects. Hopefully we will have the opportunity to work together in the future.
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That was very nice of them -- BUT, I don't think I would have cared if the work was dry. They were paying free flight, free housing and a stipend for a summer in Switzerland. At least they got back to me, which is more than I can say for everyone else, even after a great interview (ahem, ABC4, ahem).

So the search continues. But for now, Portland awaits.

Pacific Northwest - Day 2

This place is strange. Like, horror movie strange. I'm in an old abandoned school. Well, I suppose not abandoned. More like repurposed. Now it's a hostel. A creepy, creepy hostel. The one in Boise was homey and quaint. This place is not quaint by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe it has to do with the location – Bingen, Washington, just over the Columbia river, a toll bridge separating it from the Oregon border. Bingen is a village of hics. I don't mean to be judgmental, but let's be honest: we're in hicsville. Stained wife-beaters, missing teeth, mullets, the works. There isn't much to the town but gas stations and dusty shops selling brick-a-brack. And the hostel.

The hostel. Old lockers line the dark hallways, interspersed by creeky doors. I'm convinced that it is only a matter of time before I see long dead school children roaming the halls, singing playground songs in a minor key. When I see them, and I most certainly will, I must convince them not to take their vengeance out on me. I am but a weary traveler, and am in no way responsible for whatever gruesome death befell them. "Listen kids," I will say. "I know your tortured spirits want peace. But.. quick! Look over there!" And then I will run.

The other guests in the men's dorm are part of some kind of bicycle thing. They keep asking me if I'm here for the race. No I am not, I tell them. Unless it involves running from ghosts. The dorm room is divided into separate alcoves with bunk beds. The light doesn't work. The bathroom, down the hall, looks ready to collapse. "You're going to have to let the water run for about five minutes before it gets hot," the guy at the office says. He is bearded and friendly. I don't think he owns a chainsaw.

It's late now and I'm sitting in the lounge, which has an outside entrance, around the corner from the dorms. There are tables set up like a diner, some kind of bar surrounding a couple refrigerators, and an antique kitchen. Sure, it isn't the relaxing end to a long day of driving like I had hoped, but it will do. Today I drove. I drove and drove and drove, stretched my legs, and drove some more. Eastern Oregon is like the worst parts of Idaho and Utah--just miles and miles of scrubland. But things get better as soon as I-84 hits the southern edge of the Columbia river. Then it's all water, and trees, and canyon walls that make for a great show out the windows. I stopped by a museum with all kinds of interesting (and not so interesting) information on the river. Apparently a lot of Indians got screwed over when they built the dams. Surprise!

Below are a couple scenic shots. Tomorrow I hit the waterfalls. My camera will be busier.

Pacific Northwest - Day 1

I'm sitting in a living room in a hostel just west of Boise. I just spent the last 40 minutes talking to Judy, the only other guest at the hostel tonight, and didn't notice the sun disappear behind the highway. It's quiet except for the noise of the fan and the chirping of birds which haven't quite given over to the chirping of crickets. Judy is in the kitchen, books strewn across the table, a highlighter in her fist. She's from Twin Falls, spending two weeks in Boise for a crash course in Real Estate. "People don't think this is the best time to go into housing," she tells me. "But it's what I want to do."

I stopped in Twin Falls, Judy's future house-selling territory, in the afternoon to stretch my legs and grab a bite to eat. I can't say I know anything about the town, or the area, but I assumed there had to be waterfalls nearby. (Maybe two? That bear a striking resemblance to each other?) I was more than pleasantly surprised when, after following a few brown signs, I caught a glimpse of Shoshone falls. “Niagara of the West” a sign near the lookout proclaimed. And it was impressive, if not quite on a Niagara caliber. I spent an hour staring at the rushing water, walking a few trails along the canyon, and taking a photo for an Indian couple and a sweet grandmother in a colorful robe.

If you're going to jump in your car and hit the road, these unexpected gems along the way are really what make the trip. This is my first time doing it solo, with no particular destination or end point in mind, and I have to say I don't hate it. There's something great about not having anyone to please or a schedule to fill. The only thing I really need to worry about is the never ending job search. And I have nights for that. Thank you, wifi.

Tomorrow I hit the Columbia River Gorge. More updates forthcoming.









Photos (top to bottom):
1. a bridge somewhere east of Twin Falls. Almost ran off the road when I noticed how high up I was. Had to pull over and photograph.
2-4. Shoshone Falls.
5. Hostel Boise, cozy and cheap. Can't go wrong.

Blog on Hiatus of Indeterminate Length

True, this blog is long dead. But, if by some chance you're reading this and wonder where in cyberspace I've disappeared to, you can find me on Facebook. That's pretty much where I hang out these days.

Peace!

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