The morning drive from Portland to Dufur is awesome. The columbia river, trees, rolling hills, Mt. Hood are in view. Going into What The Festival was painless and im happy with how organized it is despite the long line-up. Had a stroll and looked at the car plates – 40% Oregon, 30% Washington State, 20% California and 10% rest of the world. I’ve set up my tent at the edge of the populated area for remote privacy, or so I thought. I haven’t realized that I was an early bird and ended up being right in the middle of the campsite by the end of the day. This is a nice festival as it permitted me to have 24 cans of beer. Other festivals ban alcohol specially in Canada. I will never go to those festivals without alcohol. I enjoyed the food on offer in the food trucks. Greek and some carrot fries. The artwork and installations in the enchanted forest was very interesting. For more visuals see pictures and videos that I will upload when I have the time. I am fortunate to be an early riser and the line-up to the showers were way shorter. It weird but enjoyed the five minute shower allowed. Semi-outdoor on wooded partitions.
“You don’t have to be great to start but you have to start to be great” – outdoor sign in Blackfoot
“Home is where you are accepted” – British literati who has lived in several countries when asked, where is home.
Quite a long gap to make another post in my journal.
The US Open of golf in Seattle was an eye opening experience which just made me hungry to watch more. The parking was horrendous and the organizers are trying to milk money in every way they could. The concession though was exceptionally affordable. Had a very nice shrimp sandwich. Chambers Bay golf is quite ugly and they describe the course as potato chips. The only good view was Puget sound. The train running beside the course was weird as it can affect anyone’s game. The golfer I wanted to see was Jason Day and the first golfer I see in the course – Jason Day. I still think Jason Day should be the best spokesperson for the Filipino race instead of Manny Pacquiao.
I couldn’t bear to stay at pricey Seattle and have to drive to Portland. While driving i saw a huge wound like formation in the afternoon sky and felt that something terribly wrong has happened and later saw the breaking news about the massacre of black churchgoers. Stayed in Portland and was able to have a nice Portland ‘treat’. Got complimented as “the best”, hmmm..I don’t easily believe it but to get close it would already be a nice compliment. It has filled my appetite for the next weeks.