Powell's was the first stop on our agenda. This is a bookstore that I could easily fill in love with, even if their chai lattes aren't that great. Several levels, a print-on-demand "espresso" book machine and it takes up an entire city block. I spend some time wandering its shelves - but did not in fact purchase anything.
Outside, we came upon the parade - rainbow colours and pink abounded, scantily clad men, unicorns, it was all so outrageously camp. We followed it along, wandering relatively randomly towards the riverfront, stepping around the occasional homeless person sprawled on the footpath... The queue to Voodoo donut spewed out onto the street, and so we decided against that. Instead we meandered through the "Saturday" market, where I purchased a few trinkets. The arts scene of Portland is alive and well - but apparently getting a stall here is difficult, especially if you are not an Oregon-native.
|The view across the river|
We came upon the end of the Pride parade, where we witnessed the Star Wars float - complete with bald dog (with yoda ears) that had been painted green.
After the Radio Room we headed up the river, into the Columbia Gorge. This is a beautiful drive, the river is truly spectacular. Rooster Rock is a picnic area rather like the Groynes, except with less walking tracks. It is plainly an area designed for the urban American to be able to head out on a sunday afternoon with the family - and frisbees or other games, to have a barbecue beside the river. There was an entry fee - which is fairly typical of all the state parks.
And then it was back to Meran's place, where Els had come over to stay the night. She and I kept an eye on dinner - all I had to do was turn over the chicken pieces at a certain time - and I still ended up burning my hand on the oven tray. Tim had an earlyish night, as did Meran, whilst Els and I stayed up late making art and chatting.