Up,
and eventually,
out --
a looksee
into the Tualatin Mountains and the Portland Rose Garden,
then miraculously down again in the
city itself,
visiting Marek,
who's been called to service at the
Union Gospel Mission.
From
here,
across
town,
eventually
towards
Troutdale
and
Columbia River Gorge,
taking the old route past
Multnomah and
Horsetail Falls,
before
returning
and
making
a
beeline
east
on
84 --
Hood
River,
(briefly in town
and
back
out),
Wasco
(ever
arid,
trees
giving
way
to
grasslands,
on
either
side
of
The
Dalles,
with
burns
and
cliffs,
towards
the
Deschutes
River),
Sherman.
Having been warned by a
dreamlike sign of sudden road closure ahead,
we
vault
over the waters at
Biggs
via
97,
continuing
on
14
through
Klickitat
(a
welcome
heretofore
terra
incognita,
the
sense
of
which
can
only
be
completely
ascertained
later --
aside from the
raging
fire --
thanks
to
the
of
Street
View)
and
Benton
(where the
foreground flattens but the
smoke still stirs),
progressively
south 82 back towards the
Oregon side again at Umatilla,
730 up
the Gap,
past
Cedar Canyon,
another
gateway
into
Washington,
now
Port
Kelley's
spectacular
cliffs,
including
the
mono[duo?]lith
of
Twin Sisters,
Wallula,
Junction
12
up
valley
past
Touchet
and
Lowden,
in
sight
of
the
Blue
Mountains,
to Walla Walla,
rendezvousing with
Tisha and Claire,
settling in at the local
Red Lion
(evidently with its own dminuuative familial mascot),
out for dinner at Shari's,
then settling
in[n] for the night -- whew! 123rd day of summer, high home 91 (66 days 80-or-beyond, 35 90+), 74 Portland, 80 Walla Walla...
finishing the instrumental parts for Alma Maria Schindler Mahler Gropius Werfel, Op. 232: XLII. Walter Gropius / Prostitute / Mahler Festival...
