04 July 2015

2015 Road Trip | Day 8: Washington, Oregon, California

My parents and I are hitting the road this summer for a three-week road trip out west. Our main purpose is to deliver furniture and other belongings to my oldest brother, Kevin, who recently moved to Washington for a job. We'll be doing some extra sight-seeing along the way, as well as making stops at other family members' houses. This is the day-by-day record of our 21-day road trip.

We left our hotel in Vancouver, Washington, as soon as we could and headed straight for Portland, where the '90s are very much alive.

It was a very short drive, just across a river pretty much. Portland was a lot older of a city than I had imagined, and there were tons of homeless people. Other than that, I really enjoyed it. Mainly because of Powell's bookstore, though.

Powell's City of Books is the world's largest independently owned new and used bookstore. The entire store took up one city block and was several stories tall. If you like books at all, it is heaven. They even have a Rare Book Room, filled with dozens of first editions and other rare books, the most expensive one totaling $350,000. I could've stayed in that store all day, but we eventually had to keep moving.


After purchasing a few books and a shirt, we walked over to Voodoo Doughnut, a famous doughnut shop in Portland, known for their obscure flavors and pink boxes. We started to wait in line, but it wrapped around outside and it ended up being too long of a line. So, we decided to walk back to the car and head to Rose City Park for lunch at a food truck area. 

We visited another bookstore after lunch, this one much less exciting. It's a feminist bookstore that inspired part of the show "Portlandia." If you watch the show, the people seemed almost as intense about feminism as the characters. They had one unique feature, which included clay trays that represented vaginas and bumper stickers that read "happy labias = world peace." We didn't stay in that bookstore for very long.

We then headed down to California, toward the Sacramento area where my mom's brother and his family live. We drove right past Mount Shasta in Weed, California. Mount Shasta is more than 14,000 feet tall, and the base of the mountain was about five miles away from the interstate. 

We arrived at my uncle's house late at night, and we'll be here for another day. Their neighbors have a pool and will be throwing a Fourth of July party, so that's how we'll celebrate the holiday. Sunday morning, we'll head over to San Francisco to visit my mom's parents, so look forward to hearing loud Italians in the videos.

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