Its spring and the flowers are blooming in Kilowatt Park.













Its spring and the flowers are blooming in Kilowatt Park.













We took Amtrak from Oakland to Portland, a 17 hour train ride. After spending the night in a roomette, we had breakfast in the dining car and watched the sunrise.


As we passed a burn area, the snow started to pile up.

Uri picked us up at the station and took us to our room.

We spent the next several days roaming the different quadrants of Portland with both sons (Nabil drove up from Berkeley). We visited St Johns, Sauvie Island and watched the birds and boats on the Willamette.




We went up Mt Tabor and looked out to the east and west



Another side trip was up the Columbia Gorge where we saw several waterfalls and a peanut mobile.




We went out for brunch every day, both in California and Portland. I tried the homemade hash most days. My favorites ranged from one in Santa Rosa that was just potatoes and chopped corned beef and another that was made from pulled pork with greens on top.

We often went out for an afternoon snack. The doughnuts here were freshly made and were wonderful.
We hung out at Uri’s house a couple of afternoons.









Uri dropped us off at the airport and we flew home.


I saw a variety of birds while in California.















We are back home after nearly 2 weeks on the West Coast.

We flew out of Burlington on the way to Berkeley, California to visit our son, Nabil.

The first day we met up with our cousins at the carousel in Tilden Park.




Peri grew up near the carousel and would ride it often after school.
We finished up at a Tibetan restaurant, one of many ethnic restaurants we ate at on the trip.
The next few days Nabil drove us around the area, taking California Rt 1 both north and south of San Francisco.




We spent some time at the Berkeley Marina.





On our travels, we crossed the Bay Bridge, Golden Gate Bridge, the Richmond Bridge and the San Mateo-Hayward Bridge as well as the Berkeley Pedestrian Bridge.




We enjoyed the street art.







Red, the squirrel, hangs out on the woodpile hoping for some sunflower seeds.

