WC came over on the ferry last Sunday, and drove me to Portland for the monthly medical adventure. We went to Powell's in the evening, spent the morning looking out the seventh-floor windows of OHSU's Center for Health and Healing, and had a sunny drive home, arriving with daylight to spare.
Let's jump straight to the good image: the road home, at the place along 101 North where suddenly the Olympics loom over the highway. Somewhere north of Shelton and south of Skokomish. Next time I will note what milepost, so I can say exactly where it is.
I am still stable. So I am still in the trial, still a science project; and do not yet have to make decisions on the next line of treatment. We are still doing this one. Monthly trips to Portland will continue, by various means of transport. (Ferry only in the case of the driver when it's WC...)
Seventh floor view. The barge that Zidell Marine is building continues to grow. Willamette River, Ross Island Bridge.
Seventh floor view. Willamette River, Marquam Bridge, Mount Saint Helens framed by the construction cranes and ever-growing pylons for the new Orange Line MAX light rail bridge. See maps. (1)(2). Portland is all about transportation. Rivers, freeways, bridges, trolleys, the light rail. I'd been getting the bridges mixed up, but no longer. Thank you portlandbridges.com.
Good weather, lots more daylight, a friend to distract me while we hang around OHSU, and my condition remains stable. It's all good.