Why I left a comfy job and sweet apartment in Ohio to live in a van in Portland.
I’m lying on the backseat of a busted old conversion van
that reeks of oil and cigar smoke in the parking lot of a Space Age gas
station near the Portland-Gresham border. It’s not quite 6 am,
Look down your street. Even if you live in the West Hills,
there’s a good chance you’ve got a van or two parked nearby. Vans are
everywhere in Cascadia—and some of them double as houses.
Portland’s pro Ultimate Frisbee team struggles with credibility and the defection of a local star to rival Seattle.
There’s a roar from the stands at the Roosevelt High
School football field—the kind usually heard only on those brisk fall
nights when the Roughriders take the turf. A player dives, arms
Miniature golf is still wholesome. Unlike
kickball, dodgeball, roller skating or pinball, it’s still mostly
played sober, fueled by ice cream and the sweaty palms of teenage
romance. Among the
Despite celebrity status, a local therapy llama continues his charitable work.
Animal therapy is big and getting bigger.
Veterans returning from the Bush Wars are raising dogs to cope with
post-traumatic stress disorder, and recent studies show that animals
Portlanders are slow to part with public relics. Rather
than phase out the iron hitching rings that line our curbs from the days
when people actually rode horses in Portland, the city repairs and
A priest, a rabbi and an atheist walk into a bar. They
put their names on the list and hope to get called up for three minutes
onstage. They’re aspiring standups—like everyone else in Portland
A noncyclist gives up his car to live one week by bike.
In the four years I’ve lived in Portland, I have ridden a
Razor scooter more often than I’ve ridden a bike. That is to say, I have
never ridden a bike in Portland. Like a good, native Southern
Everything you need to know before your first bikepacking trip.
Rochelle Comeaux and Don Eaton remember their first
overnighter as cyclists. It was the first day of their 70-day
cross-country trip along the TransAmerica Trail, which winds 4,233 miles
Portland cyclists are not content to
limit their demonstrations of affection to soggy winter commuting,
bombing downhill from the zoo and quaffing too much beer at Apex.
Portlanders who worship