We were up and ready for Coffee. Sylvia wasn't around. Sylvia had suggested we all go to the Farmers' Market on Saturday morning. We could walk there, she had told me. So I looked it up on the ipad and mapped our route. Less than a mile! Easy Peezy.
On our walk to the market we saw
original art by the trash ...
and a healthy hydrangea.
We sat on a bench and drank our coffees and then I remembered that it is later in the morning back in Wisconsin and Illinois. So I called our kids. I'd chat for a while and then pass the phone over to George. He was able to say things and carry on a good conversation with them.
We saw the Mary Hill Fruit Company booth. Remember the Mary Hill Art Museum we stopped at before we stayed with Peyt in White Salmon? I remember the land had a winery on it and a park. It may also have fruit production. I didn't read that deep.
But... sorry Jerry, there were none for sale.
"Brain Butter? We need that!" So I got some Walnut butter too.
Portland has buses and trolleys and passenger trains and more....
The trail runs right by several homeless "communities". The two pictures below had about 20 tents lining the trail. Some had taken rocks to define their "yards" and "pathways". One had mulch spread on their entryway path.
If there was no porta-john in the area then often times as we approached a homeless couple or individual we could smell we were passing places they use for waste. Whiffs of human feces.... or Au d'poo as they say in France.
Sylvia said that there was a rise recently in homeless. She thinks it was due to the rise in housing prices, both to buy and rent. So many people live pay-check to pay-check. It doesn't take much, a job loss, a rise in rent without a rise in pay, or illness for them to find themselves in a desperate situation.
She said she wouldn't have a moving house boat. Just a house floating on the water...
We were hungry, so while George showered, I created a stir-fry with some of those farmers' market veggies.
After dinner while I showered, did laundry and checked email and up-loaded pictures, George sat out on the deck admiring the view as the sun cast light and shadows on the city.