Stopping to Smell the Rose City

For the last five days, I was soaked in the smell of roses and wind coming up the Willamette River. I feasted on marionberry pie and drowned my sorrows in Kell’s Irish Red. I walked no less than three bridges connecting the two halves of the city, and my feet are aching even as myContinueContinue reading “Stopping to Smell the Rose City”

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