June 2018

My first recollection of visiting Portland was a stopover on a high school road trip to San Francisco in the spring of 1991. I couldn’t believe it when the elderly Latin teacher who was driving our van let us, his rowdy group of teenage charges, loose into the vastness of Powell’s City of Books with only a wave and an approximate time to reconvene. Growing up in Seattle, Portland always held a certain mystique for me. It wasn’t until 2006, when I moved here with my husband and newborn daughter, that I began to truly explore the city. 12 years later (and with that newborn daughter heading off to 6th grade Outdoor School next week!) I am still learning and exploring. I hope that the discovery of new sights and sounds and tastes never ends. If that’s possible, I guess maybe that is the mark of a truly great city. Welcome to (June in) Portland!

Cheers!

Mary