Didn’t realize how tired I was until we had a day to spend on our own. I got up somewhat later, had a leisurely breakfast, then sauntered outside the hotel grounds to find a spa for a massage. Located one quite close to the Puri Santorian (the hotel) – a pleasant young woman who had exceptionally strong hands. I felt totally relaxed by the time I left.
I wandered down one side of the street and back the other – the shop owners are incredibly aggressive – they do their damnedest to get you into their shop “just walking; just looking” and carrying on. I didn’t buy anything; wasn’t looking for anything – what fabric and clothing that is for sale in these small shops is for the tourist market and not of “first” quality – it doesn’t compare with what we’ve seen elsewhere.
I actually didn’t get very far from the hotel because it was a hot day – I don’t know what the temperature was but away from the shore where there is no breeze, I could feel the lethargy set in.
I returned to the hotel for a rest and a light lunch, read in the shade on the beach for a while; came back for a snooze. It’s now time to think about something to eat again. I probably won’t venture far, then an early night, tonight.
Tomorrow we will be leaving the hotel by 6:45am to head into the countryside to be guests at a “tooth-filing” ceremony – a coming of age ritual for both boys and girls. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be up and ready to go at that hour but realized non-Balinese rarely have the opportunity to witness this ritual, so I decided I would attend.
More about all of this with some pictures, perhaps, tomorrow.
This is a sign on the beach – what to do should there be a tsunami warning!
Thursday started early – breakfast before 7:30 to be ready to board the van (there were now eight of us) at 8:00 am for an hour and a half drive to Washougal WA to tour the Pendleton Woolen Mill. A brief bit of shopping the the Mill store (lots of discounted ready made clothing) before entering the Mill itself. NO pictures allowed we were told. So I have none of the massive bales of raw, undyed, uncarded wool or of the huge carding machines or looms. We started where they dye the entire bale, moved on to the carding machines where differently dyed wools are blended during carding to create roving. Next are the machines that check the quality of the roving and spin it. Then on to the looms which weave the blanket fabric. We also walked past the yarn dying vats, and later the whole cloth dying process.
The Mill produces many different kinds of wool cloth which is sold all over the world. A lot of it is shipped abroad to be made into garments to be sold back in the US under the Pendleton label (made in China of US materials, for example). I didn’t buy any of the ready made clothing – I saw a sweater I liked but it wasn’t available in my size. I thoroughly enjoyed the journey through the Mill.
Next stop, the Maryhill Museum of Art, another hour away beyond “The Dalles” – the change in the landscape was striking – from lush green mixed forest on steep cliffs and slopes to golden brown rolling hills. This is vineyard and orchard country in eastern Washington State.
The Maryhill building was built from 1914 – 1926 overlooking the Columbia River by Sam Hill (you know – “What in the Sam Hill…?”) as a residence, but he and his family never lived there. It opened as an art museum in 1940. An addition in a very different architectural style was completed 2012.
We came to see the “Theatre de la Mode” mannequins – a large collection of 24″ wire frame “dolls” wearing French designer outfits created in 1945 as a way of advertising the couturier collections in Paris because high end clothing fabrics and other sewing supplies were in short supply. The mannequins and their outfits are amazing!
The detail, right down to the miniature shoes and handbags, hats, jewellery has to be seen to be believed.
Following the art museum, we stopped briefly at Hill’s reconstruction of Stonehenge:
Our last stop of the day was at Multnomah Falls – the water drops 620′ from the top of the ridge to the river in two stages – ending in a pool that drains into a rather nondescript small river (the name of which I don’t remember).
There are trails to the top of the falls – you can imagine how steep the climb must be. It was drizzling so we walked only as far as the bottom pool.
Another very enjoyable day.
I arrived in Portland late Sunday. Yesterday I played tourist. Took the hotel shuttle back to the airport so I could take the public transit train into and around town. A senior day ticket – just $2! That allows you to get on and off at will.
I got off and back on at several stops. The first location was a farmers’ market – had lunch there.
I walked around a bit after that, then got back on the train a couple of stops later. Lots of empty shops wherever I got off. You can see Portland was hit by the economic downturn.
After a couple of hours I returned to the airport,
back to the hotel for a snooze and then an early dinner. My body is definitely still on east coast time! I was ravenous by 4:00 pm.
It’s now Tuesday morning. Time for breakfast and then to meet the other gals.