Portland, Oregon is a great place for readers and writers, something I discovered on my recent vacation.
My boyfriend and I decided to visit his son in Portland for a few days, spend some time in Seattle, and then take the train home. Since Portland is purported to be walkable, we booked a hotel downtown. After taking the light rail from the airport, we walked into the Heathman Hotel.
This is the hotel lobby lounge. Out of view is a fireplace with a sofa and chairs.
Nestled on the bookshelves, I saw:
Yep, a melting clock.
Reluctant to leave all these books, we eventually made it to our room, where we found:
How cool is that, although I don’t get the “edit sober” idea.
The next morning, I went running along the Willamette River. Portland is called the city of bridges, among other things. You can run on most of the bridges, so I did.
After some fabulous coffee and the farmers’ market, we went by the central library, where there are 22 benches etched with famous writers’ names. Check out the description of the library here. They also have The Sterling Room for Writers.
We went to Pioneer Square, also known as Portland’s living room.
Then onto the place at the top of our to-do list — Powell’s City of Books, the biggest bookstore in the world.
Powell’s could be called SHOCK and AWE. New books, used books, bestsellers, staff picks, signed copies, popular books, obscure books, fiction, non-fiction, poetry, every subject imaginable, with mugs, t-shirts, signs, tchotchkes and a coffee shop.
I wish I had taken pictures inside but I was too happy and overwhelmed. My boyfriend had gotten there before me, so he texted me to meet him at the information desk. Ha. I didn’t see him but I did see signs pointing to the purple room and red room and orange room. There are 9 color-coded rooms, 6 or 8 of them with an information desk. It took me awhile to find the right room, simply because the place is so huge. I followed the signs and eventually found him.
If you think people don’t read anymore, Powell’s will renew your faith. After spending a few hours there – we would have liked to stay longer but had more to do – we bypassed two checkout lines 25 people deep and got into the short line of about 15 people.
A reader’s version of heaven.
You’d think I came away loaded with books. I didn’t. I only bought one.
My boyfriend bought a bunch of books, including this one.
I weighed the books when we got home. On the first full day of our 9-day vacation, I bought a 4.4 pound book, and my boyfriend bought a 3.8 pound book. Note to self: Never do that again!
Back at the hotel that evening, we hung out in the hotel lounge library. Ahh… so relaxing surrounded by all those lovely books.
The next day, we headed back to the river, where my boyfriend’s son had booked us all on a river cruise for Father’s Day. It was quite nice, and the food was good, something I don’t expect on boat rides. I especially enjoyed the bottomless mimosas!
We had a great time in Portland, and then we boarded the train. I’ll write about that next time.
Oh, and by the way, none of these places paid me to write about them, although they should have.
Happy reading and writing.
Have you vacationed in a spot that seemed tailor-made for writers and readers?