If only I had the time...
After a longer than expected visit to the Vancouver/Portland area, my dear friend Ms. Traci pulled my ass outta the fire and dropped me off on a fine looking exit with a hug and a full belly. I've landed in a strange little town called Albany OR. I come across places like this from time to time, where there is without question an immediate strangeness to them, though there's no putting my finger on exactly what it is. Like smelling someone else's cooking in an apartment building; it's not necessarily bad, but it is inescapably very weird. Or maybe it's just me.
Wandering through this town it's weirdness included a MASSIVE veteran's memorial and park right beside a landing strip (they are calling it an airport, but where I'm from, that shit's a landing strip), and the apparent absence of a South bound on ramp. It's around here somewhere, I'll just have to snoop it out in the morning. In the mean time I'm relaxing with a cup of coffee and free wifi.
Side notes for the day: Walking around I met a guy from Kasilof Alaska, I was barked at (like a dog) by a drug addict on the street, and some anonymous stranger has just bought my coffee for me. I love the Road.
And here's a suggestive picture I took before I left Portland.
Wandering through this town it's weirdness included a MASSIVE veteran's memorial and park right beside a landing strip (they are calling it an airport, but where I'm from, that shit's a landing strip), and the apparent absence of a South bound on ramp. It's around here somewhere, I'll just have to snoop it out in the morning. In the mean time I'm relaxing with a cup of coffee and free wifi.
Side notes for the day: Walking around I met a guy from Kasilof Alaska, I was barked at (like a dog) by a drug addict on the street, and some anonymous stranger has just bought my coffee for me. I love the Road.
And here's a suggestive picture I took before I left Portland.