I'm so sorry I didn't post anything this morning concerning my last day of sales at this event in Portland! My friend Wendy and I holed up in our usual coffee house in the morning, but we ended up talking instead of writing (or posting, in my case) and since I won't be seeing her for a long time, visiting with her took priority.
So here's a recap of the last couple days in Portland. Lots of photos in this post, so hang on to your hats.
Every morning for the run of the show, Tim (Wendy's husband who worked the booth with me) and I would get a Subway sandwich which acted as both lunch and dinner for us. I noticed this little sign (sorry it's blurry) in the Subway shop. What a pity they had to post it.
On Sunday morning, the early sun shone through this tall flag. I wish the breeze had billowed it out more, as it would have been a spectacular shot.
The cityscape never fails to fascinate me, especially this knot of highways over the river.
A charming couple named Mike and Sue (blog readers) stopped by to visit and have me sign their book. Sue was a bit shy about having her photo posted so I asked if I could just get a picture of her holding the book. It was so fun to meet them!
Sunday's sales were unusually high -- 35 pieces!! By the end of the day we had removed a second shelving unit as well as the lowest shelves on the remaining units. Whoo-hoo!
Sorry if this seems a little crude, but a woman stopped in the booth next door and I noticed she sported a skull bra, clearly visible through her shirt. Interesting fashion statement.
Not as many good T-shirts today, just a couple:
After the event concluded last night, Tim and I broke down the booth and re-packed the car. Then this morning, after I left Wendy and Tim, I treated myself to the once-a-year indulgence I look forward to every year in Portland -- Powell's Bookstore!
Powell's bills itself as the "city of books" and it's not far from the truth. The main store takes up one entire city block and is four floors high. It's hard to keep from drooling whenever I walk in there. For a bibliophile like myself, it's a little bit of heaven on earth. I come armed with a long list of books to search for, and can often find them used (meaning, cheaper).
And no, they didn't carry my book (yet). But I'm hoping to arrange a booksigning in October or November.
Because I lingered in Powell's longer than I should have, I shot straight home as soon as I left the store. But while still in Portland traffic, I noticed this amusing bumper sticker:
It really is something to be driving through Portland and see the spectacular peak of Mount Hood looming above the city.
A bit of dramatic scenery near The Dalles:
The massive windmills in the Columbia River Gorge are certainly impressive. I wonder how tall they are? Seems like hundreds of feet high.
This is the bridge that flung me over the river into Washington State.
This southeast corner of Washington has lots and lots of nothingness... except for areas of rich crops heavily irrigated by the Columbia.
Getting on Hwy. 395 north toward Spokane, still nearly 200 miles away.
Considering most of these photos were taken by just holding up the camera and hoping for the best, I thought this pic of an abandoned shack turned out pretty well.
Long before I reached Spokane, I took a cutoff road toward the town of Colfax, where the terrain gradually became more agricultural.
A lot of farmers were working hard, getting the wheat harvest in. This area well west of Colfax is drier and the wheat was ready to harvest. Closer in toward Idaho, the wheat isn't quite ripe yet.
Fields that have already been harvested are getting plowed in readiness for the next planting.
Round bales of grass hay.
I love barns.
This view just beyond Colfax is one of the rare times I stopped the car to take a photo, because the views from this hilltop are spectacular.
This was the sign I was waiting for!
Inside the Idaho border, farmers are already burning their crop residues, which is legal in certain areas.
Ah, what beautiful vistas! Portland was fun, but it sure is good to be home.
An old house near Potlatch which I think is abandoned.
I had a warm and wonderful welcome to a beautifully cleaned house.
And the girls pointed out how Lydia hasn't stopped "grinning" since I walked in the door. Her flock is now intact.