Last weekend the Western Folklife Center, Ross' old place of work, hosted a Corridos Contest in Woodburne, OR, just south of Portland. We drove down to say hi and listen to the musicians.
This guy was my favorite. He didn't win, but I think he was a finalist. His song was about his father, who perished in the river trying to cross the border.
Then we drove out of town to camp.
We took a wrong turn on our way to Bagby Hot Springs. Wrong turns are apparently a requisite part of the experience.
We waited a little while for a free hot springs wooden canoe tub.
Then we went back to Portland, where I was overwhelmed by Powell's Books. Yikes. Christina and Meg, from the WFC, were staying at the Portland Ace Hotel. This shoe belongs to Christina. This floor belongs to the Ace Hotel.
Christina described the Ace as the Swedish Army Barracks, and this was apt, but the cold modernism has a lovely DIY edge. This fire escape route map was silk screened and zig-zag stitched.
There's a photo booth and a Stumptown Coffee on the lobby level.
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