A Trip to Troutdale
From: The Department of Plot Twists Mentioned: The moon, a magic carpet ride, humans being good, the dose matters. Last August, m y wife Carol and I had plans for a two-night stay at an Airbnb with a long day hike near Troutdale, just west of Portland followed by an evening outdoor concert. But Carol opted to stay home so she could be on-call for the birth of our 20 month old grand daughter’s brother. At the Salem, OR station, I hopped on an Amtrak with my bike and got off in Portland. I continued 15 miles east on the bike, with my 2 tickets to see Khruangbin the next night in my pocket. When I checked in at the Airbnb, the homeowner (I’ll call her Keltic*) showed me around her place. Mentioning in passing that I did have an available extra ticket, I hopped back on the bike to check out the venue (only a mile away) and grab some food. I ended up on the south balcony of the Grand Lodge at Edgefield, surveying the crowd as they entered the Edgefield Great Lawn to see that night’s