The first time I ever visited Portland I was touring with a six-person a capella group that I sang with in college. We stayed with a lady who made the best vegetable soup I’ve ever had and the coolest whippet lab mix named Conrad. Honestly, he reminds me a lot of Otter. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to him.
I knew on that trip that I would take many more trips in my life to Portland. I even jokingly declared that I would marry someone from there because I loved the people and the calm vibes they put out. I guess I wasn’t joking at all because I actually did marry an Oregonian.
This past weekend, we ventured up north once again to see friends and family. Nick and his older brother Isaac surprised their youngest brother Ethan for his 16th birthday by renting a cabin in the snow on Mt. Hood and taking him out for a weekend of tomfoolery and relaxation. I spent time with my sister-in-law, Naphtalie, and Isaac’s wife, Emily. We at way too much food at Mucca Osteria, picked beets out of Isaac and Em’s garden, and talked late into the night. I also spent a day with our dear friends Peter and Kate, and their perfect bunny Eleanor. We hopped around town, floating in and out of little stores, munched on Rice Krispie treats, drank pearl jasmine tea, and walked up to Mt. Tabor.
I only pulled my camera out a few times on this trip. I wanted to be present… but of course the cam snuck out once or twice. Peter and Kate fell victim once again.
For now I must be going. Talk soon, friends!