Trip Start Nov 11, 2004
17Trip End Dec 02, 2004
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Unfortunately, the entire valley (Cowlitz/Toutle) was covered in low level cloud so I did not see the mountain I've been following on webcams for so long.
After settling in at the Mallory Hotel .(their website - now renamed the Hotel de Luxe, says http://www.hoteldeluxeportland.com/?utm_source=tripadvisor&utm_medium=local&utm_campaign=business%2Blisting%2Bwebsite"a downtown Portland hotel, is a contemporary tribute to the Golden Era of Hollywood film making that tastefully balances art deco and art moderne styles for a mix of timeless sophistication and serene comfort."
Borrowing from my friend Kay's email, "The Mallory sits right between the east and westbound MAX lines so I had passed it many times and caught a glimpse of its posh dining room
through the lower windows. The Mallory is a quiet Art Deco gem with a doorman, deep comfortable chairs in the lobby,and crisp linens in the dining room. I had a momentary feeling of having stepped through a doorway and into about 1938. There were half a dozen people dressed in clothing that would have been entirely appropriate for dinner after a day of shopping in the city, and with them were two very well-behaved little dogs, a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and a Lhasa Apso."
Kay and I spotted each other immediately as we'd both planned to wear purple and (she pointed out) we were the only two people from the 21st century. We joined up for dinner. She had some excellent deep fried halibut and I had a very acceptable oyster stew.
per Kay's email again "It had rained all day but just before our rendezvous the skies cleared off to produce a rare for Portland cloudless Fall evening with crisp air and wet streets reflecting all the colored lights of the store fronts. We walked about five blocks down the long slope towards the river then caught the streetcar to cross over north towards Portland's perfect piffling place, Powells (no apostrophe) City of Books. (She said, waxing alliterative.) Powells is a wonder of the bookish world, covering an entire city block and ranging between three and five stories tall. The building was originally an auto dealership so the levels are in a sort of spiral like a parking garage with flights of steps replacing the ramps. Books are divided by subject into color-keyed rooms -- history is red, mysteries are in the green room, and so on. At the front door are racks of a very useful map aptly called "How to Get Lost in Powells City of Books."
I had already planned my mystery buying purchases and pulled out my electronic organizer on which I had my mystery want lists neatly recorded. One fine feature Powell's is that they shelve new books and used, paperback and hardbound, together on the same shelves, so every visit is a treasure hunt. I found so many on my lists that I had to stop at L because I was having such good luck. We adjourned to the coffee shop in the southwest corner of the store for a snack to fortify us for the journey back to the Mallory.
The crisp clear weather held and we returned to the hotel before 10 pm. I was able to present Kay with a 2005 Rockies calendar and a little jug of maple syrup.
Had a wonderful sleep at the Mallory, very much enjoyed meeting Kay, and look forward to my next stay.