Laura Oppenheimer • The Oregonian • Saturday, July 05, 2008
Summer did its best to skewer my inner traveler.
Gas prices hit $4 a gallon, and airfares climbed. Flying to a friend’s wedding in Louisiana would cost nearly $700, so I turned down the invitation. I felt trapped in Portland.
Then triple-digit temperatures descended. Last weekend, my neighborhood grocery store moved flowers inside. Dogs drooped and drooled on the sidewalk, waiting for their people to emerge from the coffee shop. I lay in my century-old home, motionless at midnight, sweat dribbling down my stomach.
But I had a plan: a day at the park.