Other than the International Rose Test Garden, Portland was a bit of a bust for us. The walking tour we signed up for didn’t mesh well with us. In an hour and a half we had only covered about three blocks, so we dropped out and drove over to Washington Park to visit the Rose Garden. We picnicked in the park with the great view you can see in the photos. Mount Hood looked as if its snow-covered peak was floating above the earth off in the distance. The acres of roses were amazing–every color, every form of rose imaginable. The flowers made us forget the disappointing tour. But the day ended on a sour note. Horrible stop-and-go traffic on I-5 caused a 35-mile drive to drag out to an hour and a half.  Not every moment of a journey can be perfect, roses usually have thorns, and these minor mishaps were our thorns.

 

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