Couch Parenting in Portlandia

Now let us get something clear here. Portland is a bit different; a “horse of a different color” as the denizens of Oz might claim. In fact it's in the same area code. So when one sees “Couch” on the street sign, one quickly discovers that it is pronounced “Cooch”. Therefore the punning never ends here.

At one time the Baroness and myself could have passed for cognoscenti, stable citizens of the world. Portland has changed all that. How we came to be couch parents is a bit hazy. It just happened; couch parents happen.

Periodically we would de-couch. We initially tried familiar worlds we have known such as when we ventured out to a bakery for breakfast bagels. The clientele seemed comfortable, the fashion seemed nebulous, the ambiance was almost retro. Funky but within our weltanschauung (gezundheit!).

The Gay Pride Parade was family-oriented and joyful. This too was comfort food.

Not realizing what was looming, geographic orienteering seemed like the usual curiosity. The Willamette River became our orienting landmark in this city of roses and bridges. It divides the city into east/west. Burnside St provides the north/south demarcation. Chip and Alexa live in the SE quadrant in the Sellwood neighborhood near Milwaukie. Heel clicking will not bring you to Wisconsin or Kansas. They are excited about the new light rail station opening in a few months that will quickly connect them with downtown.

This is the most bike-friendly place we have ever seen in the US, not quite Amsterdam but close and pretty impressive. An amazing amount of streets have dedicated bike lanes while there is a bike trail (Springwater Corridor Trail) that runs for miles and miles through and away from the city. Chip and Alexa's backyard is a mini-bluff overlooking the trail.

Obviously this demanded bikes! Within 48 hours, thanks to Craigslist, 2 bikes, a pump, helmets and locks were obtained as housewarming gifts. Gini and Chris pedaled east towards Mt Hood on their first escapade:

There was actually a phase for bikes crossing on some of the traffic light cycles.

Other trips were taken along the Willamette towards downtown, then across the Steel Bridge whose lower level is dedicated to pedestrians, bicycles and trains. Cars dominate the upper level. Once across the bridge the world of food trucks becomes available. There are many dedicated lots throughout Portlandia for dozens of anchored trucks offering a choice of international cuisines. A few of our nights were just eating and hanging out with Portlandians at these sites.

One of our first entertainment outings was Soul Night. Arriving early was a great idea because, even though this was a weeknight, long lines quickly formed in hopes of being able to gyrate and strut to retro soul. The dance floor was packed, mostly with younger folk. The music was excellent in that it covered soul and rhythm/blues but was not the top 40 that you might remember but deeper cuts from that era. It was then that we met Kari who had known Chip and Alexa in Chicago and recently regrouped. The other tenants from Chip and Alexa's building also attended replete with James Brown buttons for all.

Many of our days included cavorting and frolicking with Kari.

Another regroup took place with a Newfound, NH graduate, Josh Larkin. He had graduated a year or two before Chip and had headed for the Pacific Northwest to ski and cast his fortune. Thirteen years later he and his partner Rhonda had established a business in Portland: Home Grown Apothecary.

 They had applied and received a medical marijuana license. The interior decoration provided a Victorian décor for clients to also peruse essential oils, teas, herbs and spices. As of October 1 of this year the license will also allow them to sell to anyone.

Just as in a doctor's office waiting area there was reading material. Snickering, as I recalled “High Times” and Head Comix, I thought it would be “cool” to read “Dope” magazine. Well, I might as well have picked up Scientific American since the technical jargon encompassed “receptor cells”, CBD, CBN and the familiar THC. Where have I been?

The Home Grown is eponymous. Another road trip brought us to Sandy, Oregon where Josh has his farm.

Josh took us to Clear Lake where we floated about on paddleboards, a kayak and a canoe. Mt Hood was breathtaking.

The couch awaited.

These volcano/mountains are a real signature for the northwest. They continued to make their appearance as we also traveled to Port Townsend, WA to visit Bonnie Masi who also hailed from the Newfound area. Mount Baker was the totemic icon this time.

Bonnie is a physical therapist in Port Townsend. This is a boom town from the 1890's that quickly lost its economy. For the past twenty years it has re-emerged as a healthy, cultural and artistic community where there is always something interesting to do. The victorian influence is strong with buildings from that era still preserved, maintained and utilized. Here is the B&B we stayed called the Quimper Inn and an example of a downtown building:

Bonnie outdid herself with entertaining us with dinner and a lunch. She also provided an interesting audience of friends to banter away the evening. The following morning we were also able to enjoy some outdoor music after a brisk walk on the shore of the Puget Sound.

The Columbia River Gorge, which divides Washington and Oregon, has some beautiful falls that we just started to explore. Here is one of the most dramatic but several will have to wait until our next visit:

And then there was bike smut. Who could pass up the opportunity to hang out with bike-riding, fun-loving Portlandians who have a penchant for cinema that depicts what can really happen in the world of biking? As a result, though, a bike repair shop and the accouterments of the trade will never look the same. Be still my derailleur.

Chip and Alexa took advantage of the recent bikes purchase to join in the Naked Bike Ride in Portland on a Saturday night. About 15,000 enthusiasts “protested” the indulgence of fossil fuels in exchange for fun and frolic au natural.

We had barely (sic) time to regroup to our couches before we all headed out for Sunday brunch at the Acropolis. This was a restaurant/bar that raised its own cattle, a la the Hilltop Steak House, charged $7 for steak and eggs and provided some dancing entertainment. It seems that clothing was considered optional by several of the employees but by now we just assumed it was Portland and sipped our brunch Bloody Marys.

The neighborhoods here are their own art form. It is not unusual to come to an intersection and the entire street is covered with a mural that spills onto the 4 incoming avenues:

There was definitely an otherworldliness to this experience (ya think?!) that may have been captured in one of the coffee houses:

That is not a mirror but a portal.

The trip had many other adventures that included rose gardens, Japanese gardens, Rhododendron gardens and more craftsman-style houses than anywhere we have ever seen. Alexa and Chip feel like they are among their peeps and we hope there will be a return visit. Chip is in a provisional job as a builder/foreman/designer and Alexa is headed for yoga instruction and whatever Portland offers her.

In all seriousness (whatever I am thought capable), Portland is the most egalitarian city I have experienced. There have been towns and communities that can make such a claim but we're talking about a major metropolitan area. Gini and I had watched the TV show Portlandia before arriving and our eyebrows were raised in a quizzical fashion. Keep 'em raised but know that everyone here thinks it's okay to do so.