We are sitting in MacDonalds so we can check the various ferries - looks like neither Anacortes nor Port Angeles is an option so we'll head for Tsawwassen - five hours away.
We thought we might stay in Portland overnight but after the night we had, we figured it was time to go home. (Ironically the song being played right now in MacDonalds is "There is no place like home for the holidays.")
Our place last night was probably the worst. We were keen to stay in downtown Portland - on the river. Turns out all we needed to do to find the RV park is look for contrails and that would give our location. We were fifteen degrees off the end of the active runway of Portland International Airport (Bill is looking at google as I type!) I figure the RV park lost their marketing opportunity when they didn't brag about proximity of the airport as a bonus. We could predict the next takeoff when the trailer started to shake! Did you know planes take off every 90 seconds? Just time to calm down and the shaking starts again....
On top of that we didn't get the internet access - office closed when we arrived and while they accepted our credit card over the phone, the passwords had to wait until the office opened in the morning. This morning, we left an hour and a half after the scheduled time for opening - office still closed tight.
Oh well, we are ready to come home - will return to Portland for Powell's, the donuts Christie told us about, and the public market that looks fantastic (in May or June - it is colder here right now than Victoria).
So it's been an adventure - always lots of material for stories - but we are ready for the fun of Christmas preparations and family.
No comments:
Post a Comment