Right in the heart of Portland, high atop one of the west hills, sits the Pittock Mansion. The Pittocks were prominent Portland residents during the late 1800’s through the early 1900’s and were instrumental in building Portland into the thriving city it is now. The mansion was built late in their lives at the pinnacle of their success and the view was as spectacular as their lovely home.
We headed down the trail for a fairly short hike to the Stone House, right in the heart of Forest Park. This building, now in ruins, which was originally built in 1950 as an elaborate bathroom.Graffiti covered several of its walls, but Mr. N and I found a wall where we could pose. AND, we didn’t even use the facilities!! 😃
Then rain started coming down. We scurried back up the path, but not before I examined each and every culvert. I wasn’t sure what I’d find, but I just had to look.
Mom says I missed one–she must have walked way too fast at that point.
We scampered along Balch Creek (no, I didn’t get to go in) back up the trail to our respective vehicles.
We all got wet, but that’s what happens here!
As soon as I see Mr. N, I know another awesome adventure is coming up! Little did I know we’d be joined by Wilhelm, Brychwyn and Huxley of the Cascadian Nomads, who were on their way home from another of their memorable trips. A short walk to a school yard to get to know each other
and then off to Forest Park for a hike in the woods.
We chose the Maple Trail, a lush walk through big-leaf maples and red alders. And of course, large swordtail ferns. The trail eventually turned into tall grasses that threatened to engulf the path. We forged on for a bit before turning back to the lushness of the forest. Mr. N found an interesting upcropping of trees that made a good vantage point over the other dogs.
Not to be undone, I took my turn. After all, I was the “tomboy princess” of the group. Actually, it was definitely a nice place for a rest.
Culminating the hike was a meeting with the cockatoo, Leo.
I was fascinated with this bird…he even talked to me!
With promises of future 5-dog hikes, we parted for the day. Mom whispered in my ear that a hike up a giant monolith is coming up. I wonder what that means?
Last weekend, Toby and I went on a long hike in Forest Park. Mom’s been wanting to go there for a LONG time and the weather has been pretty nice lately. That means it isn’t raining all the time–Portland’s like that in the winter. It rains a lot, but we have some really pretty days too. It also means we have lots of green in the summer! And lots of water–just for ME (not that I like water or anything).
Forest Park is the “largest, forested natural area within city limits in the United States”, covering more than 5,000 acres. Toby and I have to be on a leash all the time, but that’s OK; I let Mom Photoshop them out. (She’s been practicing). There are lots of trails and the main one (Wildwood) is 30-miles long. Mom said we weren’t going that far….
So, we started out on one of the that ran along a stream. Get it? WATER! Where else would I go?
This was a nice little stream that came down from the hills in Forest Park and eventually goes out to the Columbia. Did you know that “in 1803, William Clark (of Lewis and Clark fame) paddled far enough up the Willamette River to see Forest Park’s present location. He described this forest as having Douglas fir as its predominant tree, with trunks ranging from five to eight feet in diameter”? It was forested over the years, so those old-growth trees aren’t there any more. The Park is still full of Douglas-fir, western hemlock and western red cedar but there are more hardwoods than evergreens now.
We got to the juncture of the Wildwood trail and found the ruins of this Stone House. We thought maybe a settler had built this house overlooking the stream in the middle of these wonderful woods. But Mom found out that it really was “built in the mid-1930s by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) as a public restroom. The infamous Columbus Day storm on October 12, 1962, took out the water line” so the building was gutted rather than repaired.
Mom says that wasn’t what she expected, but I thought it was a good vantage point!