Spring has sprung in the Northwest!\u00a0 This last weekend was our first weekend where the temperature exceeded 70 degrees both Saturday and Sunday.\u00a0 Grills all over the place were dusted off, cleaned and fired up.\u00a0 Lawn mowers were uncovered, gassed up and the smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline and barbecues filled the air all over our neighborhood.\u00a0 It’s a glorious time of the year and there’s no place I’d rather be.<\/p>\n
I grew up in the Northwest, in Spokane, Washington, just 360 miles or so from where I now live.\u00a0 The Northwest is where I’ve lived my life except for a few months in northern Florida and a year back east when I was around seven years old.\u00a0 I don’t know if I will ever live anywhere else.\u00a0 I’m not sure I want to live anywhere else.<\/p>\n
In Spokane we had, as we used to say, “all four seasons”.\u00a0 Each was roughly three months and each was kind of a picture perfect form of the season.<\/p>\n
Summers were hot and lakes were warm.\u00a0 You could plan on swimming from June to mid-September, though typically we were done once school started and we had to go back to normal life.\u00a0 You could count on several weeks to a month or more where the weather is consistently 90 degrees or above.<\/p>\n
Spring was warm and welcome and Fall seemed to blend seamlessly from the late Indian Summer in to Winter.<\/p>\n
Winters were cold and Spokane would typically see at least several weeks if not a month or more with significant snow fall.\u00a0 Forts were built, snowballs thrown and snowmen were built or destroyed and eventually melted.<\/p>\n
Because this was more than a few years ago, it was not a time when parents had reason to be overprotective of their kids.\u00a0 As a result, it was perfectly typical for me to roll out of the house after breakfast with only the guidance to be back by dinner time or, if I negotiated, by dark.\u00a0 On my very cool ten speed with the curved handlebars, it seemed like I could range over the entire city.\u00a0 Now, Spokane isn’t big, so looking back at Google Maps, it turns out my range was on the order of a couple of miles in all four directions, so really more like 16 square miles, but there was absolutely adventure to be found in that area.<\/p>\n
On any given day there could a ride down to the Spokane river where we might go down to the river and jump along the rocks which was mildly dangerous but exhilarating.\u00a0 Prior to the World’s Fair in Spokane in 1974, the downtown area of Spokane used to be a large rail yard from the days when Spokane was a significant hub in shipping things via rail.\u00a0 That rail yard was renovated and replaced with Riverfront Park which became a favorite place to hang out on a sunny day.\u00a0 One of the highlights when I was little was a carousel that had (and still has) the most amazing horses.\u00a0 These were recovered from a previous carousel in Natatorium Park in Spokane after being in storage for a long time.\u00a0 The carousel had one of those mechanisms that would swing out and you could lean out and try and snag a ring.\u00a0 Mostly they were plastic read and blue rings which we could then throw (or heave as hard as we could) at a painted clown to try and get them in its mouth.\u00a0 Each round there was one golden ring and if you pulled the golden ring, you got another ride free.\u00a0 I got the golden ring once and it was very exciting at the time.<\/p>\n
There were other places to go play that, in retrospect, were some combination of stupid or dangerous.\u00a0 Just blocks behind our house was a factory that produced Presto-Logs from compressed sawdust.\u00a0 The factory was not active on the weekends and it wasn’t gated so it was a huge amount of fun to go over there and run up and over and through the giant piles of sawdust.\u00a0 Better, there were rumors that some kid has died after sinking in to one of the giant piles (they were probably 20-30 feet high) of fresh sawdust, which only added to the sense of danger.\u00a0 Near that was also a company that produced cement culverts.\u00a0 Each of these were 10-20 feet long and roughly 6 feet in diameter.\u00a0 They would typically be stacked a couple high.\u00a0 Again, it was closed on the weekends but not fenced in (or at least not adequately) because it was another place to go and climb and jump and run.<\/p>\n
It’s amazing to think back on these things which seemed so mundane to me at the time and realize these are things I would absolutely have kept my own kids from doing, either because they were trespassing or because it was dangerous.\u00a0 But, for me, they were just the canvas of my summers when I was growing up.<\/p>\n
I recall playing in a nearby three story office building as it was being built, running up and down the stairs with my dog Chopper, who was the best dog that ever was.\u00a0 The stairwells weren’t protected and I’m sure it was slightly dangerous and I’m sure it was slightly illegal but all those things just made it fun.<\/p>\n
As I grew up it became increasingly clear to me that Spokane was probably not where I would need to be for my career.\u00a0 I knew I was going to work in computers and Spokane was (and is) not much for what I imaged as High Tech.\u00a0 The line I use sometimes is that Spokane was a great place to be *from*.\u00a0 I loved growing up there and missed it when I moved away.\u00a0 I have a lot of family there, still.\u00a0 I went back a year or so ago when one of my favorite aunts passed and was able to spend some time with that family and it was a reminder of those wonderful times growing up and closeness that was shared with all that large and extended family.<\/p>\n
After wasting some time looking for a job in the area and realizing that there really wasn’t anything that I wanted to do there, I decided to move to Portland, Oregon which possessed two things from my limited experience.\u00a0 First, it was “the big city”.\u00a0 This is certainly true relative to Spokane and arguably the Northwest, but is, as with most things, relative.\u00a0 Second, in the mid-80s it was what was known as “The Silicon Forest”.\u00a0 The reality was that the folks in the Silicon Valley had figured out they needed more people than lived in the Silicon Valley and folks were cheaper and easier to hire up around Portland, so that’s where I went.<\/p>\n
Looking back, it’s also easy to figure out that it was a pretty safe choice because it wasn’t *that* different than Spokane.\u00a0 Weather is a bit wetter in general, a bit cooler in the summer and a bit warmer in the winter.\u00a0 All in all, it seemed like close enough.\u00a0 Looking back after having been in the Portland area for almost 30 years, the thing I probably miss the most is all the lakes.\u00a0 In the Spokane area, it’s hard to go 30-45 minutes in any direction without hitting a lake or multiple lakes.\u00a0 I’m sure it’s a side-effect of the geology, but they seemed to be everywhere.\u00a0 From the tiny to the large (Lake Pend Oreille (“Pond-a-ray”)) is huge and deep enough that at one point the US Navy tested submarines there), lakes are a part of life in that area in a way that they are not around Portland.<\/p>\n
Small quibbles aside, I’ve never regretted moving to Portland.\u00a0 We’re a bit more than an hour from the coast, a bit more than an hour from Mount Hood, a couple of hours from the high desert of Eastern Oregon and an hour or so from the Columbia River Gorge.\u00a0 So, whether it’s beach time, mountain time, outdoor activities and hiking or exploration, there’s certainly plenty of beautiful things to do outdoors in this area.<\/p>\n
Where I once described where I’m from as “a great place to be from”, I hope that my kids grow up here and look back fondly at their years here and whether they stay here or move further away to stake out their own lives, I hope they, too, look back here and say it was “a great place to be from”.<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n[box type=”shadow”] Note: Image courtesy of\u00a0http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/62005704@N00\/<\/em> and licensed via Creative Commons<\/em> Spring has sprung in the Northwest!\u00a0 This last weekend was our first weekend where the temperature exceeded 70 degrees both Saturday and Sunday.\u00a0 Grills all over the place were dusted off, cleaned and fired up.\u00a0 Lawn mowers were uncovered, gassed up and the smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing"],"featured_image_src":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"darrin","author_link":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/author\/darrin\/"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=400"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mossor.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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