I got in late Thursday night, and Friday morning met Moshe Lenske for breakfast; at his suggestion, we ate at the HiS Bakery at the corner of 72nd and Woodstock. The prices were low and the pecan buns were particularly scrumptious; and at Moshe’s urging I picked up some cookies and muffins to take on my planned hike on Sunday and then save for eating on my flight home. That evening I had dinner with Reed friend Darcia Krause, who was hosting me for the weekend.
There were meetings all day Friday and for most of Saturday, but Saturday morning I managed to get in another breakfast, this time at the St. Honore Bakery in Lake Oswego with Reed classmate Martha Hicks, whom I hadn’t seen since leaving Reed for the McGovern campaign in December 1971. This bakery was considerably fancier and, as befit its location, considerably more expensive. I had a nice vegetable quiche, plus a bag of choquettes to go.
Saturday at lunch time, a collection of food carts gathered at Reed College as part of the Community Day celebration. The idea was a nice one, but the operations were pretty inefficient as long lines formed and students and alumni volunteers waited to get lunch. I had a couple of tacos as well as a kim chee quesadilla at a Korean Fusion cart. Delicious food, but as a result of having to wait so long, I could only catch the last hour of the brown bag session discussing the search for Reed’s next president.
That evening, several volunteers gathered for a no-host dinner at Suzette’s Creperie, an institution run by Reed alumna Jehnee Rains (‘93). The crepes themselves were less than memorable, but there was a very nice appetizer – a small gougère stuffed with fig, bacon and arugula, and an exceptional dessert – a bruléed fresh peach half served with a dollop of mascarpone, strewn with fresh berries and decorated with a fruit sauce.
I had to rush off from dinner to meet Lorene Scheer, a friend from my TDU days, at the annual La Voz Salsa Party held at the SEIU local union hall where Lorene works. I got there just too late for the salsa lesson, but the music was good and I did my best to fake it on the dance floor. The only beer available was a home-made IPA – delicious.
We had to rush off from that as well, to get to the fireworks display back at Reed. The fireworks were stupendous, comparable to the annual Fourth of July fireworks display over the National Mall in DC every year. But, with an important difference. For years we have skipped the crowd scene down on the mall, with its security restrictions, the ban on alcohol in one’s picnic basket, and the heavy traffic coming back to Adams Morgan. Instead, we have been watching at a distance from Cardozo High School, which is at the crest of a hill looking over downtown DC. But at Reed, the firework display was up close, closer indeed than when sitting on the National Mall, less than a city block away. It reminded me of the special power that fireworks have up close. Maybe we should try going down to the Mall again.
Sunday I met up with Lorene again for a hike on Mount Hood. (Breakfast at Toast was decidedly ordinary). We were aiming to hike up Cooper Spur on the north side of the mountain (I have always done my hiking on on the southern and eastern sides). But when we arrived at the road into the trailhead at the Cooper Spur resort, we found that the road had been closed because of fire danger. Instead, we opted to hike into Elk Meadows even though we were worried about having to cross Newton Creek without a bridge. The first creek crossing was easy, but the only way across Newton Creek was over a few logs that trail workers had placed across the stream in various locations.
|The first creek was easy to cross|
|Crossing Newton Creek via logs|
Here is the side of the ridge we had to climb after crossing the creek (by switchbacks, of course) to reach the meadow.
|Ridge wall overlooking Newton Creek|
Instead, it was raining steadily when we reached the meadow, and we ducked into a shelter at the edge of the meadow to eat our lunch We encountered on section of the trail in which one bare tree after another could be seen with its branches curled around itself, like a bramble.
The mountain was shrouded in clouds the entire time; when we got to the top of Elk Mountain we could only stare down into the fog, although at one point the mists lifted at least enough to show us this view of the lower slopes of the mountain.
Before I headed to the airport to catch the red-eye home to DC, I had a chance to continue exploring the fascinating menu at Pok Pok, a restaurant featuring Thai pub and street-stall food that has become a must-visit for me every time I get to Portland. As is usually the case, the restaurant was jammed, but we were early enough that the wait for a table was only a half hour. I have known for some time that those waiting for a table have the option of heading down the street to the Whiskey Soda Lounge. Pok Pok will call over when your table is ready. But this was the first time I took that opportunity; I’m glad I did. The lounge has common ownership with Pok Pok and a similarly great menu. We shared Neua Sawan, a dish of deep fried marinated dried beef with deep fried kaffir lime leaves (I have used the leaves for flavoring when I make Tom Kha Gai but the leaves are too tough to eat; deep frying made them delicate as well as delicious) and Som Tam Thawt, a deep fried version of som tam. The couple at the table next to us said that they only eat at Whiskey Soda Lounge any more because Pok Pok is so hard to get into and they find they like the lounge’s menu even better.
We had to finish up quickly to head over to Pok Pok for dinner (we considered blowing off Pok Pok and lingering where we were). For dinner we shared Khao Soi Kai, a mild curry soup that could be heated up with a very spicy curry paste that came on the side, and Mou Paa Kham Waan, a dish of spicy “boar collar” meat served with iced mustard greens to cool down the palate. The drink special, a spicy vodka martini, was also delicious. We were so full that Lorene had to take half the food home in a doggy bag, and I had to rush off to the airport. A great end to a nice long weekend.