Jeez do I love it up here. The first time I came to Oregon, in about 1969, I pulled in to a gas station and a guy walked up and handed me a joint (I had long hair).
I’ve been here about 48 hours and swam in 2 rivers, soaked in hot springs, met lots of wonderful people, and yesterday fell in love. With a barn.
I fall in love with buildings, and this little curved-roof barn just took my breath away. Hasn’t happened in years. I walk inside and go (out loud), oh yeah! I’ll post pix soon.
Book signing at Powell’s tonight. Maybe I’ll slip some barn photos into my slide shows this week.
Photo: No one told me the Clackamas River was emerald green!