Or: There & Back Again: A Roadtripper’s Tale
So, A and I took a roadtrip, and it was amazing/exhausting/awesome…let’s call it amaustsome.
Bloggers note: I’ve decided to not even waste your time addressing my absence, and instead just jump into my awesome adventure.
I had been thinking it was about time for us to have a little escape from the daily grind, and A has this not-so-secret interest in the fine city of Portland. So, we hatched a plan to drive North to the
hipster capitol of the world City of Roses and enjoy the sights along the way.
We were in Portland for less than 24 hours, but I’m telling you, I’m already in love with it. The sights, the sounds, the smells (good and not so awesome); they all come together to make this perfect big city/small town feel love child.
We took off early as hell on Friday morning a week or two ago, and drove in an upwards direction, stopping off in Redding, CA for a much needed big ass breakfast at Deja Vu.
The service was amazing, and the food was even better. I had a mushroom omelet with a big warm cup of tea, and A had a breakfast scramble with a peach smoothie. It was perfect road tripping food, as we didn’t really have to stop for food for the rest of the trip! They also have a little cafe attached to the full restaurant where they serve coffee and tea drinks to go as well as a host of delicious looking pastries.
I’ve neglected to mention that at this time, I had a full on monster head cold, and A being the champion that he is, dealt with my sneezy, nose blowing, whiney, tea drinking, omg-please-stop-I-have-to-pee self. In the car. For 12 hours. The man is a saint.
We took turns driving – I took the first and last portions of the trip, and A drove the majority of the middle – i.e. the really pretty, but otherwise fairly boring bits – sorry, babe. Along the way, not far North of Redding we drove past the beautiful monstrosity that is Mt. Shasta. Obviously, I took about 2 million photos, but here’s my personal favorite…
I’ve been told that one of the ideal places to view Mt. Shasta is from McCloud which is this really picturesque town south of the mountain, but this picture was taken just north of Weed, CA, so you try telling me that this isn’t a great view.
There are so many gorgeous sights throughout this particular drive – A really enjoyed the sights between Lake Shasta and Medford, OR, as there were tons of gorgeous trees and hills full of lush green leaves, in addition to the autumn colors present. It almost felt like miniature New England in some spots.
We, of course, stopped off in Grant’s Pass at the Grant’s Pass Caveman – I couldn’t help it. I’m a sucker for a good roadside attraction, and there are few things that scream roadside attraction better than a gigantic fiberglass caveman.
After Grant’s Pass I don’t remember much, as I was in a bit of a sleep induced blur. We stopped a couple of hours outside of Portland, and I took the wheel once more, and completed our ascent into Portland.
We stayed at the Hotel Vintage Plaza in Downtown Portland – perfect for walking around everywhere as we did both that night and the following day. The room was perfect – comfortable, with lots of great little amenities, plus wine tasting in the lobbying the evenings, coffee/tea in the mornings, awesome friendly staff and a pretty great restaurant (Pazzo Ristorante) that provides room service!
We arrived, checked in, and went up to our room for a quick rest, refresh and RedBull (the 3 R’s, obvi), before heading out to check out some of the local bars and restaurants!
I (true to form) did a bit of research before we left, and found out about these “pods” of food carts/trucks that are located around the Portland area (more info here).
As there was a bit of a wait at our first stop, we wandered around the neighborhood to find something to nibble on. Lo and behold we happened upon the Alder Street Food Cart Pod, and acquired what I can only describe as the best Lamb Gyro I’ve ever had in my life from the gyro stand on the corner of SW Alder & SW 9th. Seriously. The best. I wish I had a picture to show you, but A and I destroyed that thing. A giant gyro and a water to share and a baklava for A came out to $8. A steal!
Our next stop was one of A’s favorite places on the whole trip – the Multnomah Whiskey Library. This place doesn’t mess around – all of the servers are bartenders and are required to know their spirits. With a collection of 850 types of whiskey, plus gins, vodkas, and all manner of wines – it’s clear from quality of the service, food & drink that these folks know their stuff. We shared oysters and sipped on excellent drinks prepared by a mustachioed man in old school bartender attire. It was delightful – definitely worth the wait!
We also visited Swine Bar (the bar portion of Swank & Swine) not far away from MWL, and greatly enjoyed the “Bacon Cheesecake” and a few delicious cocktails. Finally, we topped off the night with a glass of wine/Manhattan and a big slice of Tiramisu ordered from Pazzo Ristorante as room service! It was an excellent first night in Portland, albeit an incredibly long day!
The next morning, we bundled up and walked to a place we had heard LOTS about — Voodoo Doughnut! And let me tell you, it lived up to the hype.
We also heard from one of the staff members at our hotel that Blue Star Donuts is the locals’ donut of choice. While I can’t speak to the validity of that, I checked out their website/instagram and they look equally legit. If we had more than 24 hours in Portland, you can bet we would have checked them out too!
Anyways, we took our giant pink box of donuts (in and of itself, the pink box is brilliant marketing; no less than 10 people over the course of the morning stopped A and myself to ask how close they were to Voodoo) and made our way to the Portland Saturday Market, where we walked along the river, enjoyed the scenery and checked out all the cool arts & crafts on display. There were lots of delicious looking food carts/trucks – coffee, cider, elephant ears, and all various types of cuisines, plus beer and cider tasting!
We so enjoyed strolling about Portland that morning – fall was in the air, and the streets weren’t too terribly busy at all. A great way to start the day!
At that point, we checked out of our hotel, and drove out to check out Multnomah Falls, which is about 30-40 minutes East of Portland. This was the part of the trip that I would say, I was the most pumped up about. My mom and I had thought about visiting Multnomah on a previous trip, but weren’t able to due to timing constraints. Needless to say, the waterfall did not disappoint.
Like I said – it was amazing. 620 feet of gorgeous cascading water. The autumn colors. The salmon on their grind in the river. We asked some poor fellow-tourist to half lean off the bridge so that we could have this perfect cheese-tastic picture (I not-so-secretly adore it).
I, of course, needed some sort of kitschy keepsakery from our time – so I ventured into the gift shop and emerged with a Christmas ornament and a huge jar of huckleberry jam for K (she’s hooked on it!).
The drive, BTW, between Portland and Multnomah is completely picturesque. Rolling hills, the lazy wind of the Columbia River Gorge; it’s breathtaking, and almost in and of itself makes the small trek worth it.
We made our way back to Portland, and ventured into Powell’s City of Books where we picked up a couple of fabulous autobiographies (A got Neil Patrick Harris’s Choose Your Own Biography and I picked up the majestic Amy Poehler’s Yes Please). I wish we would have had more time (and less hunger) to explore this store — a city block and 3 stories worth of reading material. It’s a book nerd’s dream.
For our final stop, we dropped in at Deschutes Brewery for a surprisingly remarkable burger and a beer, before hitting the road back home. But I’m serious about the food – we were expecting mid-level pub/bar fare, and were pleasantly surprised with a couple of really solid burgers.
Despite our original plan to drive halfway home, rest, and then take the rest of the drive Sunday, we went beast mode and drove the whole way back. A took the first leg while I napped, and then I, fueled by Red Bull and the fire of my general stubbornness (plus the desire to save the $50 we’d otherwise throw down on a sleep & run hotel), made the rest of the trip.
Honestly, we had such a blast – Portland left a huge positive impression on us both that we won’t soon forget. I know we’ll be back – perhaps via plane next time though, so we have more time (and less road).
I would love to hear about some of your favorite road trips! What went well, what was a disaster; share your stories!!