Sunday. We slept in, listened to the morning session of General Conference online, and then checked out of the resort. It was time to begin the drive back to Portland. We stopped along the way now and then at scenic overlooks. Most of the drive was so green and lush, but of course I didn't take pictures!
Spencer managed to take a picture at one of the (less stunning) scenic overlooks.
This area must have had a fire burn out many of the trees not too long ago. But it was still pretty, and we saw a nice little lake in the distance.
Our flight was not until 6:30, so we had a little bit of time to spend in Portland. First stop - the Portland Temple.
I loved how it was just tucked away right in the middle of a forest of trees.
After walking around the temple grounds, I asked Spencer if we could pick some blackberries. There are wild blackberry bushes growing EVERYWHERE in Oregon! It was near the end of berry season, but we still managed to find some good ones.
The berries were a tasty appetizer, and it was time to head to downtown Portland for a bite to eat. After some soup and sandwiches at a sidewalk cafe, and with just a few extra minutes to spare before needing to head to the airport, Spencer remembered the Rose Gardens and wanted to take me there. Oh man, I could have spent all day at this place! But as luck would have it, we had about 5 minutes to look before we needed to speed off to the airport. I did manage a few snapshots before we left.
It was sprinkling a little, so all the flowers were covered in perfect little water droplets..
We parked right next to the public restroom. I just HAD to get a picture.
That has got to be the cutest little bathroom building ever!
Now all we had to do was fill the rental car with gas and get to the airport. This proved to be a little complicated however. We could not find a gas station anywhere near the airport! We were a bit frantic for a few minutes as we drove aimlessly down various streets. Would we miss our flight???
Finally we spotted a Costco gas station! Did you know that you cannot pump your own gas in Oregon? It has to be pumped by an attendant. Spencer said that's so people will have jobs. Interesting.
We ended up making it to the airport with time to spare before boarding our plane for the flight back home. An hour and twenty minutes after take off, we were in Salt Lake City. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
No comments:
Post a Comment