Doesn't this look like a painting?
Once we arrived in the Portland area we spent some time with friends and a cousin and her family. We also spent an afternoon in downtown Portland, mostly at the famous Powell's Books. Although I told myself I wasn't going to buy anything, I did buy one book and Lee purchased three. It is a huge bookstore, with new and used books on every subject imaginable.
I liked Portland. It is a city on a hill, which is always alluring, but its real charm, I think, is the trees that line both sides of every street. It is amazing what a difference a tree can make, how much life trees can bring to city streets.
Portland has several downtown parks as well:
Our Winnebago has had a few leaks at the top of the windshield for several months now. When it rains, water runs down the inside of the windshield. We found an ad for an RV technician who specialized in RV windshields, so we called him to find what what the problem was.
It turns out the metal at the top of the windshield, upon which the windshield rests, had rusted. It also turns out Winnebago windshields are made just minutes away from the RV park where we stayed. The technicians sanded, primed, painted, and attached a new windshield. Presto, no more leaks!
I am learning, as we go, that RVs require constant maintenance. Because it is a house on wheels, things are constantly jostled and juggled as it bounces down the road. One has to learn to "go with the flow" to be successful at this lifestyle.
