Clackamette RV Park is located at the convergence of the Clackamas and Willamette Rivers just a tad south of Portland. Actually the Clackamas is an 83-mile long tributary of the Willamette; after they converge the Willamette travels the last 25 miles to join the Colombia River, making up about 12-15% of the Colombia's volume.
I'm still a little cautious-feeling about Petunia, so I decided not to drive into Portland's trafficked areas on our first day out. I took the Clackamas River bridge from Oregon city over the river to visit Lake Oswego, a beautiful suburb of Portland, where my 'young' family lived (population now about 36,000 - don't remember what it was in the 70s) in 1971-72 at 1679 Fircrest Drive on the northwestern corner of the lake for which the city is named.
View from State Street Lake Oswego, Oregon - many historical landmarks around the lake
View of State Street - I hardly recognized it, save for a few remnants of the old
The Lake Theater, where I remember we saw "Patton." My parents were visiting and my dad, being retired Army, was quite impressed. Next door was a cocktail lounge we frequented from time to time. Now it's Stickman Brewery.
Very happy ducks right next to the main street of town
All around the city there are areas of public access to the Lake. Many houses, and even apartment buildings, have boat docks. Water sports are de riguer in Oregon
Here's that wonderfully interesting Oregon sky - it can literally rain buckets in one neighborhood while the next is sunny and dry
This is new to me. Right near the Lake Theater on State Street is this plaza / park with several sculptures and a dedication plaque recognizing one of the primary architects of many of the historical landmarks and houses on the Lake, Richard Sundeleaf (1900-1987)
Another sculpture ...
1679 Fircrest Drive, Lake Oswego
The one Winter we lived in Oregon there were a couple of really healthy snow storms. I remember it being quite difficult to manage the steep driveway during that time and the fact that we had to park our cars about two blocks downhill as the street was so treacherous. But the intrepid Jeff, aged 11, delivered the afternoon newspaper everyday during that time
I have to admit that the rain averaging 250 days a year and the overcast that often didn't go away for days on end were a little depressing. It's all in what one's used to. Tuesday, the MB driver who took me from the park to MB in Portland to pick up my car complained about the weather this Summer, "It's just been too sunny!"
This farm (and now a City park adjacent to it) are located only about a half mile from our home. At the time I remember buying fresh and beautiful vegetables, fruit, berries and hazelnuts (filberts) here, although it was a much smaller operation in those days
After a couple of hours of recollection and nostalgia of our days as Oregonians I crossed back over the Clackamas River Bridge to Oregon City and Clackamette Park