Top 5 Portland Sights from a Remarkable Walking Tour & The View from Big Pink


As I said in the previous entry, a unique opportunity presented itself while I was in Portland.

A friend of a friend offered to spend an afternoon with me to give me a walking tour of downtown Portland. I jumped at the opportunity; and as it turned out, the walking tour gave me a greater appreciation for Portland than I could have ever guessed.

In retrospect, we seemed to come upon something “uniquely Portland” at nearly every turn. We saw so much on that day, so for this article I’ve decided to narrow it down to the very best. The following are my top 5 sights from the walking tour that day, including the final fantastic view from the Bancorp Tower. But before I could see this amazing view, I started the walking tour off by seeing…

1. The Car Wash Fountain

Car Wash Fountain (closeup)To call this fountain’s design playful might be an understatement. It’s fantastically odd; and, although it isn’t obvious from this photo, the design is such that if a breeze were to kick up at the wrong time, a good deal of water would be blown onto the nearby sidewalk. Thankfully, they installed a special sensor that shuts off the fountain if the wind goes beyond a breeze, but I can’t help but wonder if an unexpected zero-to-windy gust has ever had the chance to get someone wet before the sensor shut the fountain off.

Because what’s the point of having a fountain like that if no one gets wet, right?

We then wandered around Portland’s Chinatown where my guide told me all about how men were “Shanghaied” back in old Portland. Basically, they’d be drugged in taverns and smuggled to the docks using tunnels under the city. Apparently, the men would wake up in a stupor on a ship headed to China, which is where the phenomenon gets its name. I was even able to snap a photo of a small entrance to one of these tunnels. That photo is in the gallery, of course.

Although that was mere peanuts compared to…

2. The Stunning “Portlandia” & A Profusion of Pennies

Portlandia statue towering overheadAfter exploring Chinatown a bit, my guide led me down a side street. I had no idea where we were going; but he’d already demonstrated an excellent knowledge of Portland, so I went with it.

Then, I saw it.

High atop a building was Portlandia, a massive copper statue which I later found out was the 2nd largest copper repoussé state in the US, the first being the Statue of Liberty. (And just imagine how many pennies that could make.)

So what’s a repoussé?

Well, if something is a copper repoussé, it means it’s made of copper thats been shaped by hammering on it from the reverse side. In fact, repoussé is a french word that means “pushed up”; so it makes sense.

The technique worked magnificently for Portlandia, as she kneeled above the street level, seeming to reach out to the entire city of Portland all around her. The artist Raymond Kaskey did a remarkable job creating Portlandia, and unfortunately many people who visit Portland (and even some who live in Portland) have never seen Portlandia because it’s in a rather strange spot.

Because of this, you have to be looking for it (or otherwise accidently stumble upon it) to see it. It certainly doesn’t stick out like the Broadway Bridge does. There has even some been discussion to move it to a more visible position. But those discussions have amounted to nothing, and it appears that the statue will stay at its current location above the Michael Graves’ Portland Building on 5th avenue for years to come. And then again, perhaps it’s better that this statue remain a hidden gem anyway…

Next up was Pioneer Courthouse Square, which was the metaphorical “living room” of Portland itself.

3. An Unexpected Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln Statue before sun and green leavesYet on our way to the square, we walked through Portland’s South Park Blocks. (Which I later learned are referred to as Portland’s “extended family room”, so it’s only appropriate that we would walk through them on our way to Pioneer Courthouse Square.)

In the South Park Blocks, we stumbled upon two terrific presidential statues: one of Abraham Lincoln (pictured here), and one of Theodore Roosevelt on a horse.

Was that guy always on a horse, or what? Between the paintings, that “Night at the Museum” movie, and now this. He seems never to be separate from his horse…

Could he have been a closet centaur?

In all seriousness though, the statues were masterfully done. Later, I found out that both statues (as well as two that I didn’t see that day) were commissioned and donated to the city of Portland by Henry Waldo Coe in the 1920s.

If you haven’t heard of him before (I hadn’t), Henry was one of the “who’s who” in Portland starting in the 1890s, not to mention a hunting buddy with Theodore Roosevelt himself. It’s too bad he died a year before his Lincoln statue was completed. That’s not to say he had much to regret though. He led a very successful life; and, after retiring in 1920, traveled extensively throughout 4 continents.

But let’s put our focus back on North America for now, because just after that I finally stepped right into…

4. Portland’s Living Room: Pioneer Courthouse Square

After walking for another 10 minutes or so, we arrived in what’s been called Portland’s “living room”: Pioneer Courthouse Square.

The Square takes up an entire city block and is laid out somewhat like amphitheater. And it really did have a bit of that “living room” vibe. Clearly it was a popular common area; and all around the square people were talking, relaxing, reading, or eating. On one side of the Square was the Pioneer Courthouse Square fountain, which added a good acoustic quality to the space.

But far more interesting was the figure standing in the square… motionless.

Allow Me statue by Johnson (closeup)For a brief moment, I thought it might be a real person holding an umbrella, merely trying to get my attention.

But of course it wasn’t a person at all. It was a statue!

From reading a plaque set into the brick beside it, I learned that the statue was a gift from Harry H. Schwartz that had been placed there in 1983 and was called simply “Allow Me”.

And from the look on the statue’s face, the name seemed appropriate.

Then, not 60 seconds later, something rather odd happened. A large flock of birds flew high over my head, around in a circle over the square. And then they landed very near where they started, basically going no where in the process. I scarcely had time to think, “Well, that’s new…”, before they suddenly took off and did the same thing again. They flew high over the heads of everyone at the Square and then landed again. They did this at least three times for reasons I cannot fathom.

5. The View from “Big Pink” (The Bancorp Tower)

To finish up our walking tour, we headed over to the US Bancorp Tower, a building that my guide said had a speculator view of the city. Only later did I find out that it was, at 163 meters (536 ft.) tall, the 2nd tallest building in the city. And in this case, 2nd place was fine because the tallest building (which was Wells Fargo Center) was only about 3 meters taller than the Bancorp Tower.

On our way there, he pointed it out to me it’s unique color. Depending on the angle and lighting, the skyscraper seemed to vary between hues of purple to pink and even hints of orange. Clearly, the Bancorp Tower got its nickname “Big Pink” for a good reason: it was one of the oddest-colored skyscrapers I’ve ever seen.

View of Portland  from US Bancorp Tower (looking down Burnside St)And so we took the elevator up to the 30th floor, home of the Portland City Grill which is often cited as the restaurant with the most amazing view in all of Portland. From there, the entire city of Portland stretched out before us. I could even see straight down Burnside Street (pictured here).

Out another window, I could see Morrison bridge and other bridges beyond as they spanned over the Willamette River. Looking south, I could see all the way down one of the avenues to the green hills in the distance. What I didn’t realize at the time was that on the following day, I would look back from those very same hills. When I visited the International Rose Test Gardens the following day, it was easy to see Big Pink in the distance, and I even captured a few photos from this reversed perspective.

Conclusion & Additional Gems

There’s so much that I wasn’t able to include in this article because I wanted to keep this article relatively concise. But if you haven’t gotten the picture by now, I’ll spell it out: merely walking around downtown Portland is a treat in and of itself.

Tons of extra high-rez photos, including much larger versions of the photos shown in this article, are all in the Portland Walking Tour album. And I hope they inspire you to go on your own Portland adventure. It’s quite a remarkable city, and if you have the means to visit, I highly recommend it.

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Coming up next: The strangest donuts you’ve never heard of. (You name it, they probably have it.) Will they turn you into a zombie? Only one way to find out…

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All photos from this event are in the Portland Walking Tour album. All photos in the Gallery can be used as desktop wallpapers because they are high resolution (1920×1440).



A Hitchhiking Failure, Craigslist Success, & Portland’s Welcoming Rainbow


Portland!

What a city. So creative, so historic, and so wonderfully weird. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After exploring Seattle to my satisfaction, I was very excited to continue my epic West Coast Journey by returning to Portland before I headed further south. If you’ve been reading Byteful Travel for a while, you already know that I’d been there briefly before I headed up to Seattle. And while in Portland, a unique opportunity presented itself: I met someone interested in hitching up to Seattle. After walking over a mile to a promising ramp, we caught a ride in about an hour.

Now I could either give you the “director’s cut” of the story, or I could share some of the gory details with you, like the bit about how my first attempt to get out of Seattle didn’t work… at all.

I’m going to do the latter here; because I want to emphasize the importance of having a Plan B and being flexible. And if it isn’t already abundantly clear from past articles, setbacks happen all the time; and that’s one of the reasons it is so sublimely helpful to release your attachment to specific outcomes as much as you possibly can. But that’s a pretty hefty topic in itself and deserves its own article.

Entering the Sweet Spot of Suck

Now it just so happened that my last Couchsurfing host in Seattle (who became a friend in the process) was an avid hitchhiker. In fact, he’s an amazing person overall, and he encouraged me to depart from Seattle the same way I’d arrived, through hitchhiking. That morning he even bought me breakfast (a gesture that will never be forgotten), and helped me pick out a good intersection to hitch from. But when I arrived at the intersection, something was off.

The intersection was somewhat of an onramp to the highway (which is what you want when hitchhiking), but something didn’t feel right. No one would stop for me at that location, despite my crafty little sign (a technique that had worked very well for me before).

Now, to be fair, I’d screwed up a bit even before I got to my spot. I’d gotten there rather late for hitching out of a large city. It was around noon by then, and most traffic leaving the city leaves earlier than that. Since I didn’t have a time machine, I decided to take a bus further out of the city, found a new ramp, and even got two rides in succession. But then I got stuck. I’d made it past most of Seattle’s suburbs, but not even remotely near Olympia. I was far enough out of Seattle that most traffic was going the way I wanted, but I wasn’t near an area that had enough traffic entering the freeway.

I had entered the sweet spot of suck.

The Failed Hitchhike that Resulted in… Singing?

To escape the sweet spot of suck, I ended up catching what I found out was the very last bus back to Seattle. I returned back to my friend’s apartment and told him the story. He sympathized, and I started formulating a backup plan.

I could have tried again the next day at an earlier time, but I was feeling rather burnt out from hitchhiking. Had I known what I know now, I might have looked into taking a train from Seattle to Portland; but 2009 was the Dawn of Leveraging Craigslist in my life, so I started by looking there. About a day or two later, I’d found a ride going directly to Portland. I called the number up and it turned out the driver was a rather hip old lady. I met her the next day, and talked with her. I got a very good vibe from her, so I joined her in her journey back the eternally weird city that is Portland.

On the way down to Portland, she told me she needed to stop at the hospital to do her job which was to entertain some of the older patients. I asked her if I might come in and listen. After checking with the hospital, I was allowed to come in and help her, which turned out to be a lot more fun than I would have guessed!

For about an hour, she played guitar, and we sang to disabled people in the hospital. She played some very old folk songs that I hadn’t heard since I was very small, and we had a blast all singing along. Not all of the patients would sing, but I could tell that those who did really enjoyed themselves. The whole experience was an unexpected delight on my journey and a great example of the happy accidents that come to you while travelling.

The Second Rainbow of my Journey

The drive down to Portland was super smooth, and the weather was just about perfect. I had her drop me off next to one of the parks near my Couchsurfing hosts. After paying my share of the (relatively small) gas expense and thanking her, I crossed the street and decided to relax in the park for a moment.

The very moment I entered the park, I looked up and saw a stunning rainbow hovering just a few meters above the ground. Small water droplets from the park’s fountains were creating this rainbow much closer to the ground than a naturally occurring one, but it was a rainbow nonetheless. I had to capture this moment.

I struggled to get my camera out of my pack in time to capture this, the second rainbow of my journey. I pulled the camera out, held the power button down, and yelled at the camera as it had the nerve to take an entire second to turn on. This single second felt like an eternity.

The Rainbow under the Park Fountains

After an eternity, the camera was ready; and as fast as scientifically possible, I aimed and fired. Just a fraction of a second later, the timed fountains turned off and the rainbow vanished.

But I’d snapped the picture in time. I’d captured my 2nd rainbow, and I was so grateful. I almost felt as if Portland itself was welcoming me back through this rainbow appearing to me at the perfect time.

Portland was Quite a Hotspot, Literally.

So excited I was to have returned to Portland — to finally have the chance to explore it in depth. What I didn’t yet realize was that I’d returned at the very beginning of what turned out to be the hottest week of the year.

But sometimes that’s how things work out, so I rolled with it. And while my first few days back in Portland weren’t the most productive days of the journey, I did have fun spending time with my Couchsurfing hosts’ kids, making icy smoothies and going to the park at lunchtime. The temperature easily reached over 100°F with considerable humidity in the air…

So it was basically like Mexico all over again. Good times.

Thankfully, we lived through the sweat-bomb that was the final week of July; and once the risk of bicycle-induced heatstroke became minimal once again, I finally set out and started exploring Portland in greater detail. Best of all, a friend of my hosts (who was also a Couchsurfing member) offered to take me on a bit of a walking tour around Portland. I’d talked to him before, and I knew he was a really smart guy. Turned out he was very knowledgeable about the city, and I jumped at the opportunity. The timing worked out very well, and I felt so lucky and grateful for what was to come.

Rainbow as a Metaphor

Remember, if my attempt to hitchhike down to Portland hadn’t failed, I never would have seen the 2nd rainbow of my journey.

If you’re currently experiencing difficulties or obstacles in your own life, take heart. For without the storm, a beautiful rainbow could never appear!

Next time:
A remarkable walking tour that changed my perception of Portland forever.

Remember Marco?

And, while you anticipate the story to come, why not see if you can find Marco in the photos in the album included with this article? (Yes, he continued to follow me.) And remember, since his suit is usually solid white, he tends to hide in the bright areas in the photos.

For those of you recently tuning in, on this entire trip I was being followed by a very peculiar (and very small) spaceman from another world whose name is Marco. If you’re new to the “Where’s Marco” game, it’s like “Where’s Waldo” or “I Spy”. For tips on how to find him, read this first.

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And Now

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All photos from this event are in the Portland Walking Tour album. All photos in the Gallery can be used as desktop wallpapers because they are high resolution (1920×1440).