A birthday surprise from dear Mao, we spent the weekend in lovely Astoria. We partook in the usual tourist attractions – wandered along the waterfront; observed sea lions and harbor seals (and I named one Leon Spinks; the resemblance was uncanny); saw the Goonies house and promptly left said house; hiked to the column and ascended the many stairs; ate and drank at many of fine establishments (the Pig ‘N Pancake not being one of them); and enjoyed a night at the Commodore. We ate many a piece of salmon jerky from Josephson’s, wandering among the town smelling of smoke and fish oil, with many a cat following us. We sampled various Portland products – Stumptown, Sol Pops, a new Cargo outpost. We perused the produce, crafts and locals at the Sunday farmers’ market, while feasting on steamed buns and tortillas made that morning from fresh corn masa. And we even crossed the river to Washington to dip a toe into the Pacific in Long Beach. It was a wonderful weekend, but like any trip we take lately, we are always overjoyed to return to Portland and its food, its beer, its general splendor.
Sounds like quite the perfect weekend!
What a lovely post and beautiful pictures!