Sunday, September 14, 2014

Beyond The Plain White Door

Our desire to restore period-appropriate detail to our house is something we've pursued since taking ownership many years ago.  Not all of the projects we undertake are on a grand scale, but with every little detail we add (an old door knob, for example), we aim to turn back the clock, or at least give the impression that we have. Of course, balancing life in the modern world with old-world design can sometimes be tricky. We have learned not to be slavishly OCD about such matters, but merely to make selections which are as period sympathetic as we are able. We typically take our time when undertaking such things, primarily to insure they are done correctly, and that we have sufficient funds to cover the cost of the project at hand. Ridding our home of the incongruous and ill-fitting 1950's garage door has been on our renovation list for many years.  So, this past summer, with much excitement and hand-clapping, we finally set forth on realizing our long anticipated vision.

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This door, which sits to the left of our garage, was the inspiration for the new garage door's design
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From the very beginning, we settled on the theory that the original carriage doors would have been of similar design to that of the door photographed above. It is located adjacent to the garage and is original to the house. We believe this entrance was used by tradesmen and domestics, as it has its own separate doorbell, and is located at the back of the house. It is also the closest door leading to the kitchen. We took inspiration from this door when approaching our project, making modest but necessary adjustments to the scale of the fenestration.

It was important to us that as we were going to all the effort and expense of having the garage door custom made, it should look as authentic as possible and reminiscent of the original. As I wrote in my previous post here, we soon discovered that true carriage doors, which swing outward, would not work in our situation as our very modern motor car would fail to clear the opening.  With this in mind, we devised an alternative design that would, by all appearances, resemble the way in which we imagined the original doors to have looked. In essence, we would be building one solid "mock" carriage door, opening upward, thereby maintaining the adequate space required to park our vehicle. Sectional roll-up mock carriage doors were never considered as we did not feel the look of the tell-tale horizontal sections succeeded in allowing for the trick of the eye which was our aim. Additionally, it would be impossible to preserve the scale of the glazing pattern.  Our approach was one which our door maker Ron had never before undertaken, so this would be an interesting project for all involved.

If our project was to be a success, it was imperative that the design of the door appear as authentic as possible. Of particular concern was the glazing. Isn't all clear glass the same, one might ask? Well, the answer, of course, is certainly not.  One of the joys of the tradesmen's entrance door is peeking through the subtle distorted views produced by the old glass window panes.  This original glass possesses slight striations, pitting, and the occasional air bubble. The distortion is present because the glass utilized for glazing windows during the 19th and early 20th centuries was still being mouth-blown, producing this rather distinctive characteristic which is lacking in modern machine plate glass.

For a brief moment, we considered sourcing genuine old glass, often found at salvage yards.  The glazing would first have to be painstakingly removed from rickety old sash windows, always a nerve wracking and dicey proposition, before it is cut to size.  We have resorted to this laborious technique for earlier projects completed shortly after purchasing our house. The end result, however, carried a high price in terms of plenty of tears and vexation as, inevitably, much breakage would occur.  Often this would happen just as the final cut was being performed.  For later restoration projects, we turned to America's only vendor of authentic mouth-blown glass, S.A. Bendheim, who carry an excellent "light restoration" glass that is mouth-blown in a German factory employing the traditional blow-pipe method.  We were thrilled to discover an optional laminate feature available for projects such as ours, that require safety glass to be utilized for larger panes. We do, after all, live in a modern world where building codes cannot be bypassed for aesthetics, at least that is the case in our area of the world. The laminate, I am relieved to report, is imperceptible to the naked eye, and does not affect the final appearance of the glass. Our order was placed following, not prior, to the door's construction.  This is because final measurements for each window pane are double-checked to within an eighth of an inch, insuring the custom cut panes, once they arrive, would fit snugly between their muntins (or "sticks" as Ron likes to call them).

Once the issue of the glazing material was put to bed, we then turned our attentions to the hardware that would embellish our door. The carriage door handles would serve a decorative purpose only, having eliminated the need to open any doors outward.  We did, however, want to select a model to closely match those used on carriage doors of the era.  We took our cues from studying old catalogue illustrations, and from the design of the original black iron railing, located by our front door steps. We opted for a fine set of heavy-duty black forged iron handles, and bypassed the machine stamped pretenders which are so much easier to source.

The door handles on this carriage door date from the early 1920's and were made by the National Manufacturing Company
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A letter box or, as it is known in America, a mail slot, made of rich oiled bronze, was chosen in a size commensurate with early 20th century examples. As with practically everything else available for sale these days, the average size of a humble letter box has swelled during the decades since our house was built.  There are now two standard slot sizes from which to select.  A larger "magazine size" is best suited to the modern proportions of McMansionesque houses and, more appropriately for our modestly-sized garage, a smaller "letter size" slot.

Only after having sourced all of the bits and bobs that would help us achieve a period-appropriate look, were we ready to give Ron the green light to proceed with the construction of the door.  By doing our legwork upfront, we had eliminated any possible obstacle to insuring the completed door would look just as we wished. As the old cliché would have it, the devil is in the details.

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Our garage door was built in the workroom of Artistic Garage Doors by a team of capable carpenters
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Ron and his carpenters worked diligently to construct our door from high quality kiln dried wood using traditional joinery methods. We were thrilled to see the door's progress upon visiting the workroom just prior to installation. The door had received a snowy white undercoat of primer in preparation for glazing.

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The first view of our mock carriage doors complete with an undercoat of white primer
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Within a few days of the glass order arriving, and after examining each piece for breakage (there was none, we are pleased and relieved to report), the pieces were set between the muntins, and an appointment for delivery was made post haste.

I believe my husband may have been surprised at how much I squealed with delight upon seeing this:

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Ron at work insuring the new door is installed correctly
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It took Ron, with the aid of one of his carpenters, less than two hours to rid us of the ugly white 1950's garage door, and turn back the clock to the 1920's with our interpretation of what must surely resemble the original set of carriage doors. In the removal process, Ron had unearthed a little treasure. It was a rusty portion of the original top bolt mechanism that long ago held one of the two carriage doors in place. The piece had been buried beneath the supports of the 1950's installation for over half a century.

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Long buried hardware which once secured the slide bolt of the original carriage doors
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Below you see the completed new "mock" carriage door. We have painted it in the same plumy blue as the other exterior doors of our house, using a traditional paint brush. Yes, it may seem superfluous to mention this little detail, but it is surprising to learn how much painting is now accomplished with the aid of a spray gun, rendering the finish flat and characterless. No, we rather enjoy seeing brushstrokes on our wooden painted surfaces. The carriage door handles and letter box complete the smart tailored appearance of the door, and the light restoration glass gently distorts the gleaming reflection.

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Don't you think the new door looks quite smart and a more appropriate choice for a 1920's era house?  Notice how the new door now seats flush in the opening, unlike the ill-installed 1950's door.
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The magic of it all is that we are able to raise the door upwards mechanically.  Not only do we benefit from the modern convenience and practicalities of electricity, but we are also able to drive our much wider modern motor car comfortably through the opening.

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The carriage door may appear old, but it has all the practicality of a modern-era door
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The photograph below shows the spring mechanism that makes it all possible. We find the door to be as beautiful from the inside as from the outside, thanks to Ron's capable carpentry skills.  An added benefit of replacing our windowless slab of a door is that the garage is now flooded with abundant natural light, making it a far more airy and pleasant environment. During the late afternoon, long rippling shadows are cast across the garage, a pleasant effect of the mouth-blown glass.  It is all quite lovely!  The fenestration also affords us a welcomed view of the greenery outside, a benefit we had not previously considered when planning the design of the door.

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An inside view of the mock carriage door showing the springs that make it all possible
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One final consideration was the question of how we would corral our daily mail as it is pushed through the letter box by our postman. We opted for a whimsical touch and thus hung a Nantucket wicker bicycle basket under the chute. The back of the roomy basket sits flush against the door, and can accommodate over a week's worth of mail if needed. The basket can also be removed with little effort if we are to be away from home for extended periods of time. This is accomplished by unbuckling the leather and brass fasteners, and replacing the bicycle basket with a much larger wicker basket positioned on the floor beneath the chute.


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We added a whimsical yet practical solution for the collection of our daily mail; a Nantucket wicker bicycle basket
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A view of the new garage door with our motor car tucked safely within
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I hope you've enjoyed following along in our progress, and ultimate arrival to our very modern interpretation of traditional carriage doors. Wouldn't you agree that it constitutes a vast improvement over the prior incongruous flat panel?

Ron and his entire team were an absolute delight to work with. Together we met every challenge and obstacle to realizing our dream of restoring a touch more period-appropriate detail and dignity to the exterior of our home.

Now, onto the next project.

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Saturday, September 6, 2014

"When one door closes ...

... another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the one which has opened for us".

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The ill-fitting 1950's garage door that has been a constant source of vexation for me since moving into our home, seen here with a swatch of color and the mail slot removed
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I respectfully disagree with Alexander Graham Bell, who famously uttered these words, at least when it comes to the subject of our garage door that is. I have known since the day we purchased our home, which was a very long time ago, that I would never regret the final closing of this particular door.

The original door to our garage, which was built in 1925, would have been of a very different design to that which is shown above, incongruously installed during the 1950's.

At the beginning of the 20th century architects began designing structures, similar to carriage houses, with the specific purpose of sheltering automobiles from the elements. The doors on these buildings were doubled, hung on hinges, and opened outward. They were known as carriage doors.  This was the type of door that originally dressed our garage, and a finishing touch which we longed to call upon in effort of restoring period-appropriate dignity to our home.

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An example of early 20th century carriage doors similar to those which would have been original to our home
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Ah, you might think, an easy task once one has clarity of vision as to what is desired. As it turned out, it was a more complicated project than we had anticipated and many obstacles were to present along the way.  Firstly, where does one go to find such a set of doors?  The answer was certainly not the standard building supply outlets offering modern roll-up sectional garage doors.  The few salvage yards in our area were trolled over the period of several months, but the examples we saw were beyond what we would consider salvageable.  Besides, what were the chances of finding an exact fit? We soon came to the realization that there was only one option available to us, and that was to have the doors custom made.  Which brings us to our second obstacle.  Who could we possibly turn to to get the job done right?  

Again, this was not an easy task.  We followed many leads but unlike finding painters and general contractors, which are a dime a dozen, finding a capable person to build a set of carriage doors in our area was like finding a grain of wheat among the chaff.

Serendipitous circumstance led us to our answer.  We had worked with a painter last summer that mentioned a recent job he had completed where the owners had designed a garage door to be made to their specifications.  I excitedly asked the painter for contact details of the door maker, in hopes of following up with him.  Soon thereafter, we had scheduled an appointment with Ron, the owner of  Artistic Garage Doors, so that he could visit our home and discuss our project.  

Ron soon let us know that he could build anything we might desire but true carriage doors would not work for our situation.  Our Volvo wagon demands more shoulder room than the Tin Lizzy which might well have rested within the garage when first built.  Our existing door opens upwards.  True carriage doors which swing outwards would cause us to forfeit several inches of space from each side of the opening due to hinge requirements. This would present us with the problem of not actually being able to park our car in the garage as it would no longer clear the opening, making it somewhat less useful.

It seemed our desire to install period-appropriate carriage doors was to be foiled, or was it?

In my next posting I will share our altered approach to overcoming obstacles and finally realizing our vision.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Summer Glaciers and Flower Meadows

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A view from the slopes of  Mount Rainier with snowy Mount Adams just visible on the horizon
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Leaving the vibrancy of city life behind in Portland, we headed north in preparation for the next leg of our journey, one that would provide us with an altogether different experience.

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Clearly, one is traveling through Washington state, make no mistake about that!
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The above photograph shows how the state of Washington pays homage to its namesake president.  It seems that every major highway sign I saw included a silhouette of our first president's likeness. Confusion as to which state one is driving through is immediately dashed with this unique visual cue.  So very clever, I think.  Actually, confusion could easily rain down upon motorists entering and exiting Portland, especially as the state lines of Oregon and Washington span the city's swarm of bridges.

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Cows happily graze in the fertile meadows around Mount Rainier
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What punctuates the surrounding pastoral landscape as one travels further north is an extraordinary series of mountain peaks that are covered in snow, even during the heat of summer.  These peaks are so enormous, so dominant, so magnificent, that one cannot fail to have one's breath taken away upon first glimpse.  Our destination was Mount Rainier, the highest peak in the Cascade mountain range, and considered to be one of the world's most dangerous volcanoes.  It rises 14,411 feet at its summit, and holds no peer anywhere in the contiguous United States.  Simply put, Mount Rainier is a giant.

We were to spend the day as guests of a local dendrologist and his wife, who had generously offered to give us a guided driven tour of Mount Rainier National Park.  As we entered the park, we spotted the sign below.  We were definitely entering the wildlands of the northwest.

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Hungry bear alert
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This young lady waved us through to begin our tour of one of the regions most pristine parks.

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A friendly park ranger greets us at the entrance to the park
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Mount Rainier National Park is the system's fifth oldest national park, and is home to not only picturesque sub-alpine meadows, crystalline blue lakes, rivers, and vast ancient forests, but it is also home to abundant wildlife.

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This sparkling emerald green lake is so pristine that the trunks of submerged fallen trees are visible to the naked eye
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Throughout our day of driving and hiking we gazed upon spectacular scenic tableaux.  Our guide Thom, we discovered, was extremely knowledgeable and was able to provide background information on the many natural features we stopped to admire along the way.  Thom is also an expert dendrologist so each time I had a question on what variety of tree this was, or what plant that was, Thom always had an answer for me.

Not only does the park provide a natural visual feast for its delighted visitors, it also boasts several buildings that were constructed by the National Park Service in a fashion that is sympathetic to its naturalistic surroundings.  This architectural style, developed in the early twentieth century, is sometimes referred to as "Parkitecture", or National Park Rustic.  The first example we saw on our visit was at a spot known as Sunrise, when we stopped for a short hike around the visitor center and day lodge.

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The rustic-style shingled day lodge at Sunrise was built in 1931
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Another example of "parkitecture" is the Sunrise Visitor Center which provides its visitors with telescopes for a better view of Mount Rainier
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Sunrise is the highest point on the mountain that cars can access, rising to a lofty 6,400 feet above sea level.  It is here that visitors gain the most complete view of the park and the extraordinary splendor that abounds.

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 A view of the glaciers on Mount Rainier (a blue glacier is visible cascading down the right side of the peak)
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The area is also famed for its swathes of wild flowers which briefly appear during the short summer months when the snow has melted.  We were fortunate to be visiting during the mountain's dazzling show and saw many unusual varieties, such as the example shown in the following photograph.

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A fluffy anemone occidentalis which appears rather magical to me, and to my daughter was reminiscent of Dr. Suess' truffula tree, of Lorax fame
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A colorful wild flower meadow of dwarf lupines and scarlet paintbrush
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Continuing our tour around and down the mountain, we stopped at the Grove of The Patriarchs Loop for a brief respite in the form of a light picnic, and a leisurely amble around the looping trail.  I was surprised to see how much the vegetation on this side of the mountain, and at this lower elevation, varied from the sub-alpine species thriving uphill.  Here, surrounded by mighty ancient specimens of hemlock, Douglas fir, and western red cedar, one felt terribly insignificant.  It was as though we had stepped into an otherworldly place.  I was half expecting an encounter with a prehistoric beast where I would soon become his lunch. No, instead sprightly chipmunks frolicked along the forest floor, and the cacophonous din of Steller's jays swooping overhead was the only sound to break the silence.

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This enormous towering mossy ancient red cedar has survived at least a thousand years
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An example of a "nursery tree", a fallen tree that sprouts new life by growing vertical trunks
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To view some of these trees, one must first take a little adventure across a small and somewhat treacherous suspension bridge that spans the clearest river I had ever set eyes upon, the Ohanapecosh.  We performed our finest Indiana Jones impersonations as we negotiated the wobbly structure, one person at a time.  Clearly, the three panic-stricken Japanese visitors we spied did not read the warning sign, which is written in English, and cautions against multiple people crossing simultaneously. Oops!

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The Ohanapecosh suspension bridge which proved a challenging feat to keep stable
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Concluding our drive around the park, we headed towards Paradise, affording us another opportunity to view the blue glaciers on Mount Rainier, and see yet another fine example of a National Park rustic structure, the historic Paradise Inn.

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Paradise Inn was built to withstand the heaviest snowfalls in the park
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A purple foxglove growing in a wild flower meadow in Paradise
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Traveling through a stone tunnel, and passing several waterfalls, which are fed by melting glacial waters, we were soon to end a most enjoyable and memorable tour of this spectacular jewel in the National Park system's crown.

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The stone bridge at Box Canyon
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Melting water from Mount Rainier's glaciers create this waterfall
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A bucolic final view of the majestic volcano
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Of course, our experience was made more enjoyable thanks to our knowledgeable and generous host and expert guide Thom, and his delightful and gracious wife, and for that we are most indebted to them.

I do hope you've enjoyed reading about this area of outstanding natural beauty.  In our fast-paced modern world, where more and more land is being turned over to developers, it is comforting to know that these unspoiled areas were conserved and set aside as parks for the enjoyment of future generations.

Monday, August 11, 2014

24 Hours In Bridgetown

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One of the multitude of bridges leading to the heart of Portland
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A couple of days into our road trip north, after driving through vast stretches of countryside with views of both low lying fields and mountainous forests, we headed into Portland, the Pacific northwest's third most populous city.  There are so many bridges spanning the city's two rivers that Portland has gained the apt epithet of Bridgetown.  Thank goodness these are all toll-free as anyone visiting Portland will soon discover that bridges act as essential arteries in keeping both sides of the city moving (Portland is also served by excellent forms of public transportation for those without a vehicle).

The city is thriving and vibrant, even on a Sunday afternoon which is when we rolled into town after having briefly visited family members in the Kelso area of Washington. We checked into the fabulous Sentinel Hotel in downtown Portland, and quickly made a bee line to the downstairs bar for refreshments.

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A corner view of the elegant lobby of the Sentinel Hotel
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The Sentinel is the type of hotel you can check into and forget your troubles.   It is housed in two of Portland's most beautiful and historic buildings and has recently received a renovation to satisfy the most discerning modern traveler.  Its charm lies in the fact that it somehow manages to retain the best aspects of its storied past. Attention to the smallest detail is evident throughout, with emphasis on using locally made products whenever possible.

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The chic green door and polished brass knocker of our home away from home 
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The smart and stylish bar just off the hotel's lobby awaits our arrival
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After our deliciously refreshing libations, we took a stroll around the vicinity of our digs during the afternoon heat to discover some of the delights of the historic downtown area.  Surprisingly, for a city situated so far north, the temperature during the afternoon of our visit reached into the mid-90's, a rare occurrence in San Francisco.

If only this wonderful shop had been open, perhaps we could have purchased a hat to keep the sun at bay.

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John Helmer's haberdasher just around the corner from our hotel
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A dapper selection of hats to suit every taste
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It is evident that Portland is a city which takes great pride in its civic planning.  On our walk we saw many older buildings of character (at least by west coast standards), many of them proudly registered on the National Register of Historic Places.  There were leafy parks and monuments for residents and visitors to enjoy, wonderful shops to poke around in, a library, theaters, a concert hall, and museums.  I wanted to visit the current exhibition at the Portland Art Museum, The Art of The Louvre's Tuileries Garden, but we had not allowed ourselves sufficient time to do the exhibit justice.  Instead, we walked within the leafy environs of the nearby park, seen below, and discovered the sandstone fountain with a bronze sculpture of Rebecca at the well.

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We ambled through this shady park which spans twelve city blocks
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Shemanski's Fountain thoughtfully provides a trio of drinking platforms, one especially designed for canine companions
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We wandered by the brick facade of the old Roosevelt hotel building, now converted into private apartments, passed various homes that reminded me of those seen in San Francisco, and stumbled across an imposing stone church boasting an organ built in New York and shipped around the cape in 1840. 

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The smart exterior of the former Roosevelt Hotel in downtown Portland
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The architecture of this building is reminiscent of many seen in San Francisco
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An attractively designed lamp outside the Portland public library
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The steeple of a nearby church a few blocks from our hotel
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After all of that exploring, it was almost time to return to our room and dress for dinner at Jake's Grill. 

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The entrance to Jake's Grill where dinner will soon be served
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The interior of Jake's Grill exudes old-world charm with a decidedly Art Deco feel to the decoration.  White starched tablecloths and traditionally attired wait staff set the mood.  So, why in heavens did the management see fit to blast percussion based music more suited to a dance floor than a finely tailored classic room? It did not suit the ambiance of the place one bit.  A thumping disco-remix of Blondie's Heart of Glass almost made us run for the hills. Inevitably, despite the good food and a wonderful dessert of fresh raspberries with mascarpone cheese, pistachios and a basil sauce, the music chased us off entirely too early and we spent the remainder of the evening recuperating and relaxing in our excellent hotel room.

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A view of one of the elegantly appointed dining rooms at Jake's Grill
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The detail of the brass coffered ceiling
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A little gentle jazz (if music need be played at all) would suit the old-school mood far better than a heart pounding disco-remix rendition of Heart of Glass
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At least they got dessert right, delish!
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The problem with staying at the Sentinel Hotel is that one is made to feel so pampered and comfortable, it is difficult to contemplate one's departure.  Guests are thoughtfully provided with an excellent selection of local coffees and teas, which makes one's morning brew a very pleasant affair indeed.  The tea I sampled was so tasty and robust that I did my part in supporting the local Portland economy and ordered two boxes of it to be delivered home upon our return.  I had not previously been aware of the existence of Steven Smith Teamaker, so bringing home a little of the local flavor of Portland would be a very nice souvenir of our trip.

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My morning cuppa waited brewing
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The room-service breakfast was a wonderful indulgence that made us want to extend our stay for another day, but we needed to press on and head back up to Washington for the next leg of our journey.

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Breakfast is served!
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Before departing Portland, however, I fell victim to an item that kept me toasty during my supremely comfortable night of slumber.  The Sentinel, with laudable emphasis on using locally made and sourced quality products, accouter their beds in luxurious woolen Pendleton blankets.  I had to take one home with me to guard against the often chilly San Francisco evening air.  So, off we set on a short drive to find Pendleton's Pearl District outpost in hopes of procuring the same plaid gray example found in our room.  I am happy to report that our mission was a success and that cold shoulders and icy feet will now become a thing of the past.

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Our bed's woolen blanket, locally made and proudly so.
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The Pearl District's outpost for Portland-based Pendleton Woolen Mills
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Not all the fun and games were geared toward the adult travelers on this trip.  No, our junior road tripper had great fun at the place featured in the photograph below.

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What on earth was going on here?
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If local myth was to be believed, this place would provide a unique experience in doughnut eating.  Portlanders, some even accompanied by their dogs, queue patiently in serpentine lines for the privilege of sampling good things in pink boxes. Voodoo Doughnuts, a local institution, must be the nation's most unusual and colorful doughnut shop.  Perhaps you fancy chomping on a Bacon Maple Bar, or would the Arnold Palmer with lemonade frosting be more to your liking?  You could perhaps give the Portland cream doughnut a try, which is covered with chocolate frosting and decorated with two eyeballs representing "the vision of our great city", according to the witty and humorous owners. 

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As the sign rightfully proclaims "Good things come in pink boxes"
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What most doughnut-eating aficionados are eager to bite into is the famous Voodoo Doll doughnut, complete with pretzel stake to pierce your doll and watch as the oozing raspberry jam within is released.

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The Voodoo Doll, McMinnville Cream, and a Raspberry Romeo doughnut await their fate
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I must say that our junior traveler was most delighted with her novelty doughnut and I even got to share in the fun by devouring the Raspberry Romeo.

And with that adventure behind us, we were off.  I was dearly sorry to bid farewell to Portland so soon after having arrived.  This fair city certainly warrants further exploration and offers its fortunate visitors far more to do and see.  I look forward to a return visit in the not-too-distant future.

In my next post, I shall write about a place that is miles away from the hubbub of cities and towns, and an area of great tranquility and outstanding natural beauty.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

A Journey of Contrasts


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Golden sunflowers as far as the eye can see
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Can you guess where I've been over the past week from the photographs above and below? Provence in southeastern France, you say?

An army of sunflowers stand to attention against the azure skies
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How about the following photograph, where in the world was this one taken?  The Swiss Alps perhaps?

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Snow in summer, where can I be?
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And this misty coastal scene, could it be the rugged Irish or Scottish coastline?

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Mist enrobes the jagged rocks along the coastline, but where?
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If ever there was a journey of contrasts, this was it.  I have spent an absolutely terrific week on the road with my family witnessing the spectacular diversity of landscape through central California and up into the majesty that is the northwestern United States.  

While passports awaited renewing and the summer months slipped away before our eyes, the decision to head north on an adventure was hatched with little notice and great enthusiasm. Our journey had us traversing two-thousand miles through three states, meandering high and low, and experiencing temperatures ranging from the mid 50s to the low 100s within a few short hours of a single afternoon.  We visited both small towns and large cities, slept in quaint bed and breakfast establishments and even a renovated grand dame hotel.  From the lushest emerald green forests of Oregon and snow capped peaks of Washington, to the golden brown parched hillsides of central California, and the rugged coastline where land spills into the Pacific ocean, we saw it all; all of it gloriously juxtaposed to whatever came before it on our journey.

Over the next several posts I plan on sharing a little more from our roadside adventures and hope you will ride along for the trip. Oh, and just in case you were still wondering where these photographs were taken, I snapped the sunflowers from the edge of farmland just north of Woodland, California, the snowy peak is Mount Rainier, an active volcano in Washington state, and the final photograph is a view of the atmospheric Oregon Pacific coastline.  All of it magical, all of it singularly stunning.

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