Cape Meares, Oregon

On my trip to Oregon last month, I was eager to visit the coast, and chose Cape Meares as the destination for a day trip. Although Cape Meares is best known for its offshore nesting bird colonies, it’s also lovely in the winter. We hiked a short trail from the lighthouse, through old growth, and then toodled on down the coast to Netarts and along the Tillamook River to check out the winter sights.

All of the below photos were taken on my seven-year-old Yashica T4, which I still love and am relying on again during this time of waiting for my Konica to come back from the shop.


Three Arches Rock, from the trail.


Cavity in a tree stump.


Snow on the trail.


Walking between huge old trees.

View of the ocean, from the trail.


Snow-covered moss on a tree trunk.


Trail, on the way back down.


Last view of the ocean, before heading back to the lighthouse.


Beach at Netarts.

Cape Meares, Oregon

Classical Chinese Garden, Portland

On my last day in Portland, I visited the Classical Chinese Gardens, in historic Chinatown. It was really lovely, even in the winter, and I regretted not having my camera with me. I would have liked to have photos both of the archway into the the area—reminiscent of the one in DC’s historic Chinatown—as well as of some of the interior features. Although it was quite a cold day, I enjoyed seeing the winter architecture of the garden perhaps more than I would have the in the summer. It provided a lot of material for ideas for the growth and planning of my own garden, in terms of layout of paths, beds, trees and shrubs, and—of course—the water features. I wouldn’t mind having a few bonsais in the house (I really loved the examples of the forest formations that I saw), nor a gong or garden bell, come to think of it.

It’s my hope that our yard will eventually accommodate a pond (which will have to be small), a walking path (ditto), and a patio of some kind. I would have to say that, of all the features there, the paths and patios at the Chinese Garden were the most thought-provoking; they were done in a variety of pebble mosaics, something that I hadn’t considered for our own (eventual) patio, but which I really liked quite a lot. Although I don’t have any photos of my own, they are in the same style as these ones at the Classical Chinese Garden in Vancouver, BC. I had been considering just sand-packed flagstone, but the texture of the pebble mosaic was really nice, and the quality of the stones was somehow both more formal and more homey than the flagstone. We have a rectangular space for the patio, ‘in’ the L of the back of the house, so a formal pattern would fit quite nicely.

We’ll see. Besides being the middle of winter (such as it is), my own skill with mosaics is far from the level needed to start working on major home projects. Not to mention the leaking garage foundation, which takes a slightly higher priority than making our backyard a haven of art and serenity.

But only slightly.

Classical Chinese Garden, Portland

how I went to Portland and ate

I just got back from my first trip to Portland, OR, courtesy of friends from college. I have to say that the dominant feature of the trip was not the mountains or the coast or Powell’s or the gazillion bridges. It was eating.

The day I traveled out, Thursday, I ate five meals. They were all time-zone appropriate—breakfast (6:30am EST), breakfast (9:30am CST), lunch (12pm MST), lunch (2pm PST), and dinner (7pm PST)—but still, holy many meals in one day, batman!

The meals before I got to Portland weren’t notable, but once there we went to the Blue Moose Cafe for lunch, and I had my first hummus sandwich with vegetarian chili meal of the trip. I haven’t had a hummus sandwich in a couple of years (I used to get them at the Maryland Food Collective when I was still teaching) and I have to say it was pretty darn good. Mostly, it was nice to be in a place where the avocado was ripe and included as a fixin’s option. We couldn’t resist dessert, and shared two, both of which were excellent: the shop’s ‘moose bar’ (a peanut butter puffed rice bar covered in chocolate, with rice syrup rather than marshmallows) and apple crisp.

For dinner, we went to Caprial’s Bistro, which is (I learned from a display on the way out) associated with a cooking show. We were treated very well by the staff, as my host goes there relatively frequently, and we had a fun evening catching up. I was happy to sample an Oregon pinot noir, and a Willamette Valley Riesling, and catch up with friends. And let’s not forget a delicious apple galette that included almonds and raisins (yum!).

The next day, Friday, I had another excellent deli lunch at Vepadoes: my favorite sandwich (pepper turkey with avocado) and a Kombucha Wonder Drink. This was my first KWD, and I am totally hooked. I loved it, and the fact that it tasted a little weird just made it better, in the vein of Cel-Ray soda (now owned by Pepsi, much to my regret). While there, I enjoyed checking out the pottery they had for sale, by a local guy who apparently is the neighbor of the owner of the shop (they have a display for food bartering system of some kind, I imagine). My own work is nowhere near that level, but I liked imagining that I might one day be making large vases or display bowls.

That night for dinner, I met a friend and we tried to go to the Kennedy School, but decided to pass on the wait (it wasn’t too long, but we were getting kind of hungry). We walked around and admired the interior, and then headed over to the Concordia Ale House, where we had really excellent pub food. She had the fish and chips (beer-batter dipped, but not the thick nasty buttermilk kind of batter) and I had a turkey reuben on marbled rye (what I know as a ‘Rachel,’ but that’s not a consistent designation). I actually didn’t/don’t drink much beer, but I tried a glass of a local red, which a high school friend conveniently showed up in time to finish. I find it kind of amusing that the bar is relatively new, and replaced a dive that sounds much more the style of my friends 10 years ago, but that I wouldn’t have enjoyed nearly as much now.

The next day, Saturday, my good friend from college took me to the Tin Shed, where we had an excellent breakfast. I was put in mind of some of my favorite Ann Arbor breakfast options, as the place had the feeling of the Northside Grill (with complimentary unlimited coffee and tea while you wait) and scrambles in the style of the hippie hash at the Fleetwood (except with gourmet type combos of veggies and cheese). Passing on the dairy meant I had my scramble (the salmon one) cheeseless, potato pancakes (instead of the cheese grits), and toast (sourdough) instead of the buttermilk biscuit. But it was still great.

For the other meal of the day, we went to Hedge House, where I had my second hummus sandwich and veggie chili meal of the trip. The sandwich was great, and the chili was good, too, but not as good as the Blue Moose version. Again, I didn’t have a beer so I can’t report on the legendary brewmeisters of Portland, but the food was good and it was empty in the late afternoon, so we got a booth and were able to hang out and talk. Those following along at home may have noticed the predominance of places in NE Portland (where I was staying); we went to this one in SE Portland because it was right around the corner from my other friend’s house.

The next day, Sunday, we didn’t eat out in Portland at all. At lunchtime, we were at the coast, and ate lunch while warming up at Brewin’ in the Wind, in Oceanside, an establishment that has the winter business for that stretch of the shore pretty much locked up. The food was basic, but hot and pretty tasty, if overpriced for what we had (the prerogative of the one place open in town). In the evening, we ate at home, a lovely meal cooked by one of my hosts: pasta in garlic and oil, blackened green beans, and pear tarte tatin. This was accompanied by a white table wine from the region, that was pleasantly dry and flavorful.

My last day in town, Monday, developed an Asian theme later in the day. Breakfast was a home-cooked frittata, with potatoes and onions, prepared for us by my host. It was delicious and filling, especially with the tasty campagnolo bread from Grand Central and blackberry jam. For lunch, we ate at the Daily Cafe in Rejuvenation. The sandwich was nothing special, but the macaroon I got was excellent! Besides the chocolate drizzle on the top, it turned out to contain chopped pecans, chopped dried apricots, and little tiny dark chocolate chips. I think I can say that the only thing that could have possibly made it better would be coconut rum. They were so good that I bought several to take back with me on my flight home.

After lunch, we visited the Portland Classical Chinese Gardens, and warmed up afterwards in their tea house. The tea house serves Tao of Tea products only (which I hadn’t realized was also a local Portland company), and we each only had tea. I tried the red clover, and my friend had the black peony. They were both lovely, and we whiled away the time drinking many small cups of tea.

For dinner that night, my final meal in Portland was at Mio Sushi (I’m not sure which location, but not the one in NW Portland), selected for the head-clearing properties of wasabi and the tonic quality of miso soup. We ate a selection of tuna and salmon rolls, with a couple of veggie ones thrown in for variety, all of which were quite flavorful. This also presented an unlooked-for opportunity to demonstrate my mediocre chopstick technique; I have been told that a vacation to China or Japan will quickly remedy that for me. At any rate, it was sushi west coast style, and that was good enough for me.

Finally, as if all of these great restaurants and home-cooked meals weren’t enough food excitement for one trip, I finally sampled a tangelo, beloved fruit of one of my favorite people. The one I had was organic, from New Seasons market, and (as advertised) totally juicy and delicious.

So there you have it.

how I went to Portland and ate

Irish geese

no geese beyond this point

Much as my trip to Chincoteague Island consisted largely of sightings of shorebirds, my trip to Ireland was populated by geese. In going back through the photos, in order to update my lifelist with the Irish birds, I came across dozens of photos of geese. At the time, we weren’t entirely sure what we were looking at, so the photos were meant as a tool to confirm our identifications once we returned home and had more time.

Now that I have more time, I have indeed been able to confirm the identifications and created a table for the birds I saw in Ireland. None of the birds are particularly rare, but they were all new to me at the time and exciting to see. I have to admit, traveling to a part of the world with different indigenous species than at home was a great way to both boost the list of birds I’ve seen and make me feel good about my identification skills. And, of course, such trips allow me to justify the purchase of field guides specific to the area. In Dublin, I acquired both Irish Birds and the Collins guide for Britain and Europe.

I continue to go back to the pond each day hoping to find new ducks and geese migrating through here, but so far I’ve only seen flocks of Canada geese, nothing new.

Irish geese