Well, I’m back.

I bought four doughnuts from Voodoo, and over the course of about 18 hours, I managed to eat three and a half of them–for dinner, dessert, and breakfast. Ouch. It was worth it, but still, ouch. Also, ew. After an evening of doughnuts, napping, thinking about packing, and actually packing on Monday, August 3, I hit the hay. The next morning, I had coffee, ate all but half a doughnut, sat on the back porch, wrote, packed comprehensively, and drove off to the car rental return place and then took the shuttle to the terminal.

As should have been expected, there were flight delays. But that was okay with me, as I became carried away with The Learners by Chip Kidd. There’s something about his style I love. Haven’t finished it yet–want to savor it. In between reading, I made a massive “to-do” list for the next two weeks, things to complete or attend to before the fall semester is upon us. Is it really that time again?!?! I suppose it is.

The last item on my “to-do” list is “Plan more adventures.” This trip was amazing, and I am beyond happy to have taken it. It was fun, relaxing and tiring, strange, communal and independent, beautiful, and completely enjoyable. Therefore, I intend to “Plan more adventures.” In fact, this may become a weird, pedagogical tradition. I’ll keep you posted.

Books, Doughnuts, Repeat.

The afternoon consisted of Powell’s Books, Voodoo Doughnuts, and Portland sights. See below for details. The doughnuts resulted in the first nap of the vacation. The belly ache was totally worth it.

No Olympics in Portland!

No Olympics in Portland!

Leaving this place was hard.

Leaving this place was hard.

Equals nap and strange dreams.

Equals nap and strange dreams.

Weirdness and the University of Portland

Last night was super relaxed–and strange. After settling in at my Portland rental, I decided to walk around the neighborhood in search of needed things (cream for the coffee). I ventured out to Division Street, found a pizza place, had a slice, and then hit up the local grocery story on the way back (to buy the needed things).

Shipyard, A View from Campus

Shipyard, A View from Campus

I love grocery stores, so I wandered around quite a bit before actually placing any items in my basket. Peering down one of the aisles, I see a familiar face. I travel all the way to Portland and randomly bump into one of my former athletes from Appalachian State where I coached field hockey from 2001 to 2005. What are the odds? It was unbelievable and awesome and serendipitous and, well, weird. (We both agreed and were a little shocked.) Hadn’t see her in nearly 10 years.

Hey people!

Hey people!

After a night of journaling, post card writing, and internet surfing (yay wifi!), I hit the hay. Was up early this morning to get ready for my trip to the University of Portland to visit with one of our SAAHE alums and see the campus. A beautiful place! We walked all over the grounds, chatted and caught up, had a lovely lunch (the dining hall was inspiring; yes, inspiring) with one of his co-workers, and took a trip to the campus bookstore.

With a new hoodie and stack of post cards in hand, we ventured back to my car. It was an awesome two-hour visit, and I really enjoyed seeing Jody and hearing all about his plans to make the cross-country drive home (to NC) in just a few weeks! Love it.

Next stop: downtown Portland for books and donuts. Naturally.

More pictures from Seattle(ish).

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Is that Seattle?

I miss this kind of vehicle.

I miss this kind of vehicle.

From the base of the Snow Lake Trail.

From the base of the Snow Lake Trail.

On the porch with a grilled salmon salad and Scholarship White from College Cellars.

On the porch with a grilled salmon salad and Scholarship White from College Cellars.

Snow Lake

The drive from Walla Walla to Bellevue, WA was, again, stunning. I90 traveling west was just majestic. I drove through the Snoqualmie Pass, and landed in Bellevue where I spent two nights with one of my teammates from college (GO DUKES!).

Snow Lake

Snow Lake

We reconnected, ate Vietnamese pho, and retired to her front porch for the evening. After breakfast the next morning, we drove east on I90 (back the way I came) to hike the Snow Lake Trail. Such a beautiful destination.  It was awesome to get out and stretch the legs! The sights were unbelievable. The vistas were so perfect, they looked fake. I assure you, however, the photographs here are real places. *smile* After the hike, we stopped at DRU BRU for a pint and late lunch.

The view from DRU BRU. Really.

The view from DRU BRU. Really.

We stared at a giant mountain as we ate, and it was a great way to cap off the afternoon.

On the way back, we hit up the local grocery story in anticipation of making a light, late dinner, which ended up consisting of a grilled salmon salad. YUM. The rest of the evening included more porch sitting, music listening, and story telling. “Do you remember when . . . ?” A lovely four words!

This morning, after a late brunch, two cups of coffee, more porch sitting, and packing up, I left to head south on I5 toward Portland.

In Portland now, tapping away from the Brooklyn Neighborhood, where I’ve rented the upstairs of a cool old house. I’m out on the back porch daydreaming and admiring the neighbor’s gigantic black walnut tree.