A few weeks ago we stole away for a long weekend. Partially for some unglamorous work things and partially to just turn off from our day to day. We drove to Portland, stayed in a cute airbnb with radiant floors. That alone could have met all of our needs in seeking out a vacation from our tiny apartments. We ate incredible food, checked out a bunch of fantastic shops, met up with an old friend and did work events (I carried this new bag while I attended a trade show). We drank wine at Bar Diane, ate Miang Plaa Jaramed and shaved ice at Phuket Cafe, had a Halloween nightcap at Gold Dust Meridian, rode around in a Jeepster, decided we wanted to live in the Mississippi Ave corridor, greatly appreciated the heaters at our knees while having breakfast crepes at Bing Mi, indulged pretty much the entire menu at Tusk and spent all the time in between talking about how much we wanted to move to Portland.
Then we drove through the mountains to Cannon Beach for some Pacific Coast winter sun and the very fantastic ocean. Shortly after, we checked into our hotel in the tiny port town of Astoria, Oregon. Our room sat on the edge of the Columbia River, right where it meets the Pacific Ocean and sea lions camped out on the dock below. Cities and towns with confluences of water seem to be the kinds of places I'm attracted to. The misty fog along the water with tanker ships cruising by, a bike ride to the docks where three hundred sea lions just hang out on the pier, fish and chips from a little restaurant inside a boat, a room with a wood stove, water side saunas and a fantastic restaurant made us barely leave the hotel. Feeling lucky to get to explore these parts of the country not far from my new home town in the PNW.