28 September 2012

a story about a photo

I started looking at some old photos today, and stumbled across pictures from our trip out west earlier this year. I found this:

We stayed at, like, three different Rodeway Inns during our trek. There were some slight differences. But they were all cheap and not sketchy, so, win-win, really.

This particular Rodeway Inn was where we stayed our first night in Portland, after flying into PDX at midnight local time (three a.m. to us east coasters). They picked us up in the hotel shuttle van, we checked in, and my boyfriend walked to a convenience store for beer. It was good.

The next day marked the beginning of our first full day in Portland. Basically, we instantly fell in love. It's gorgeous. We opened the motel door and saw what you see in the photo. 

We stepped out and made our way to the train tracks (a pedway over the freeway, looking out at mountains). It was spring. Wild roses were in bloom. It smelled so good there. We bought our tickets and waited for the train.

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