I made it to Oregon
We pulled into Portland yesterday, and had a good trip down. The seas were pretty calm, nothing crazy by any means. Even “crossing the bar” or turning into the mouth of the Columbia River wasn’t half as bad as it could have been. Supposedly, there is quite a few wrecked ships in the bottom of those waters, and there have been many more that have gotten quite a scare. Portland is a pretty cool place. This was the first time I have been to down town proper, and it really didn’t seem like such a bad place. I did a little tour, went to Powells books (which was insane) and then to some other places that I can’t remember the names of as well. Really, they could have been in any town, anywhere, but still nice to check out.
Now we are heading up the river to a town called Clarkston that is right on the Washington and Idaho Border. We’ve been going through huge locks all day, which is quite a sight to see in itself. The tallest one is 127 feet, which is kind of an amazing feat if you think about what that might take to put together. I’m enjoying the area well enough, though it’s not nearly as pretty as Alaska or Baja, but that’s ok.
Life has made another crazy twist on me. Just in the couple of weeks that I have been gone both of my children have left, and will be leaving, their home town and moved to another place. My daughter, Mia is now in Redding, CA with her mother, and my son Eli is will be moving out to Provo, UT with his mother. I’m pretty saddened by this, and I’m not quite sure how to handle it. I was kind of expecting it, anyways, but it still hurts. Either way I will barely get to see one of my children, and choosing brings nothing but pain every time I try. I just keep hoping that a good solution will come up. God, I hope one does.
