Portland & yarn

On Sunday Johanna packed us into the front of her ute and drove us to Portland, mostly for a yarn crawl with some sight-seeing thrown in. Here's a picture of Mt. Hood - that snow never melted over Summer.... Creepy.



And here's my elbow getting in the way of Mt. Hood while Johanna ate lunch.



The main hospital for Portland has a gondola! That's too awesome for words, but I wonder if it's really that useful for emergency services....


I think this is Ross Bridge, crossing the Willamette river, which is the one in Corvallis that flows North to empty into the Columbia. Pretty, eh?


We didn't actually get into this shop, but I suspect it's awesome. You can tell by the bomb hanging above the door (saying, "Sorry, we're open").



An extremely dangerous shop: Yarn Garden. I could spend a whole lot there, the range is enormous and they have the most gorgeous yarn I've ever seen. Even Mort appreciated it, and sincerely wanted to build a fort.



Best of all, Manfred could finally ride the llama.



This is Yarnia - an interesting place with cones of very fine yarn arranged by fibre and colour. You choose what you want, and they wind multiple strands onto a cone to achieve whatever yarn weight and colour combination you like.



Twisted was also a very cool shop, with excellent shop models for sock yarns.



After all that, I was pretty conservative and only came away with moderate swag:




We also learned that unfortunately not everything that comes from Germany is Awesome:




We ate dinner at a Cuban restaurant, Pambiche, which had brilliant food (exquisite desserts) and really nice presentation.