Welcome to Astoria!
Following a long, peaceful drive through the light rain and beautiful forests and mountains, we arrived in Astoria on the remote northwest coast of Oregon. Pulling into town, I had an odd feeling…something I haven’t felt in a long time…
This feeling was a feeling of “THIS! THIS is where I need to be!” The feeling only intensified by the moment. The further we drove into town and through the side streets, the more the feeling was confirmed!
A little side note: the way my brain works, I have a tendency to remember locations and directions in my mind whenever I’m visiting a place, it’s a habit from my previous work (memorise routes, know where all the exits and entrances are, etc). Once again, just like everyplace I have lived in the past, I found myself driving every single street and alley, memorising all the ins and outs and back alleys of a town, to get to know it as best I can.
Sure…everybody that travels always visits the “beaten path”. They hit the “tourist traps” that every single other person visits when they have no intention of living there. It’s only those who are truly in love with a place that will take the time and effort to slowly drive all the streets in town just….taking it all in!
After driving the town for several hours, I told the person I was with “We NEED to find somebody in town with a laser printer! I need to print out resumes and hit the streets!” So we found a small “mom and pop shoppe” who we offered $10 to print out a few copies of resumes and then hit several locations in town.
We stayed several days in the city then visited Cannon Beach on the way down to Silverton via the coast. This is the beach from the 1980’s movie “The Goonies”. The waves were incredibly powerful!
Next stop, Silverton, Oregon!
We had the pleasure of visiting some family in the mountains of the Silverton, Oregon (USA) area this week. We haven’t been here for almost a decade, so the reunion was great!
We flew into Portland via Denver on Thursday afternoon and were immediately greeted by the traffic insanity on I-5 (the freeway that goes between Vancouver, Washington – a “bedroom community” (new phrase I learned!) where people live in Vancouver and then drive to Portland for work). Traffic was INSANE! We sat on a 6Km stretch of road that had 4 lanes for almost an hour just to get into Portland city for lunch at Portland City Grille, a restaurant in a tower with great views of the city and Mount Hood in the distance.
Following dinner, we stayed on an island in the middle of the Columbia River separating Washington from Oregon. The next day we were to head up to Astoria, Oregon!
Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script
Ah, I see “I” the spy has stumbled upon new tricks
Disloyalty – The Perfidy – eye-witness – an errant scheme
Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! – I the spy got an eye full it seems.
A lie – a guise – eyesore – obvious & obscene
Lying to a liar, eye for an eye, I spy, seems fair to me Fairness?
Ashes to fire, eyes of the spy stare – choke with antipathy
Agent, you should care less – I echoed your morals – you’re the only psychopath for me.
Black-ops – My heart stops – deplorable – still I see this secret path. – spying on destiny
Special ops-special kind of special -no concern for collateral wrath, abandoned protocol, to spy on me.
An echo back – a laugh – I spy within your eyes at last – an encumbered immortality
A new attack -a giggle- encumbered within portal as well, charged for weaponized poetry
A sign to act – a symbol – rumored derision – in the cradle of hell – rediscover – unutilized Creativity
So with no further hesitation, regards to this investigation, endless determination : speak your goals to me.
I spy now, my confessor, my beautiful complication.
I spied from the noblest intentions.
I spied out of love and adoration, – entangled souls – a predetermined destiny without other goals.
I focused myopically.
This poet feared aggressor, set traps to lead to implication, no foresight for prevention.
Could’ve avoided some damnation- spiraled out of control – nothing’s predetermined with me.
I sensed it spy – I know you guy – but you’re crafty to a fault.
I know not why – or just in portal you lie – I take it with a grain of salt.
I followed some leads – confessed and made up false deeds – to lure you out somehow.
Your pen enslaved – up until bedave – how come I feel love for you now?
Ultimate entrapment – not taking the rap for it,
I will not turn myself in.
Your wire taps hint – level of ridiculous shit – same prison, different pen.
You’re a true romantic, through and through – have good intentions and I know it too.
I need you to see you’re coming at me, cape on back – understanding of the situation you lack.
Black and white files don’t show you meme.
These places – these faces – you so desperately seek to spare me from were salvation, took me in no hesitation, I call them my home I am struggling now, confused some how, of who’s right or who’s wrong.
Red handed you said – portaless tape red- now, you state where I belong.