Wen and I went to Portland over the weekend; loved it. Here are some notes about the town and (more than) a few pics as well.

1. Portland Man

Portland Man in 2013 is recognized by his hirsute nature. Every guy in Portland seems to sport a beard.

The breadth and depth of facial foliage is fascinating. There’s your typical I’ve-been-doing-this-for-two-weeks starter beard, the delicately trimmed bush beard and then the insanely overgrown fu manchu.

It’s a living hair lab, where instead of a thousand monkeys on typewriters there are ten thousand guys wiping away craft beer foam and bits of food with their sleeve.

Serious Eaters at Le Pigeon

Dude checking phone

Bearded Guy with Bike (Sound Grounds)

Bearded Guy at Sound Grounds

2. Booze

And speaking of craft beer, Portland’s unofficial motto should be “that would be better with alcohol.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been to a North American city that loves its booze so much.

They’ve incorporated it into all aspects of life: you can pick up a growler at the airport before stepping on your plane or buy and consume at the weekend market under the Burnside bridge:

Beer at Saturday Market

And the beer – all local, craft beer – is fantastic. It feels like there’s always a brewpub around the corner. And there’s a golden age of brewing “innovation” going on.

At the Cascade Brewing Barrel House – which specializes in sour beers (try finding that in your hometown) – you can sit on the patio and try an 11.5% beer that’s so sweet they call it “marshmallow” (cut it with an IPA):

Beer at Cascade Brewing Barrel House

At The Victory Bar I tried a hibiscus, pineapple and guava tripel style beer. I didn’t know that those words could even go together, let alone as a beer.

3. Coffee

Portland’s other beverage of choice is coffee – and this city may have the best coffee culture I’ve ever seen.

I know those are fighting words, particularly when you live in Vancouver. However, I think Portland takes the prize.

There are cafes everywhere and the vast majority seem to be local independents (although make sure to try the local chains like Barista and Stumptown). What’s more, the coffee shop density holds in the further out neighbourhoods; you’ll repeatedly get coffee shops kiddie corner to one another along outer roads like Division or Belmont.


Stumptown Coffee


Note: also home to a delicious bacon cheddar biscuit.

Barista Coffee

Barista Coffee

Public Domain

Note: also home to an incredible sesame croissant – salty & savoury

Public Domain Coffee

Coffee at Public Domain Coffee

This coffee culture has also gone mobile. The weekend market features both pour overs and espresso service:

Coffee at Saturday Market

Espresso at Saturday Market

4. Bikes

And mobility in Portland means biking. This is the sign that greets you in the downtown core:

America's Bicycle Capital Sign

After the brewpubs and coffee shops, the next most common thing is a bike shop. And they’re not stocking your typical Huffy; $4,000 kid carrier custom bikes are found next to your entry level two wheeler.

Bike sheds are found at all suburban light rail stations and every street seems to have a bike corridor. It’s impressive how much emphasis is placed on bicycles for primary transport.

5. Layers

One of the things you notice walking around Portland is the diversity of architecture and how it layers so beautifully. There’s everything from cast iron construction in the 1800s to new glass and steel towers, but they all play well with one another.

Layers of condos

Triangle Building

Buildings Juxtaposed

They layers extend to greenery as well. Many of the buildings are overgrown in part with vines, enhancing the layering effect:

Lan Su Chinese Gardens

Barista / Deck

PDX Airport with Green Wall

6. New Buildings

Portland deserves credit for increasing the density of the city without shedding character. As you roam the city you can see that lots of condos have gone in-particularly along main streets in the less dense outer areas-but they are interesting buildings.

Moreover, to a t, all of them have ground floor retail. In fact, almost every build we saw had an independent coffee shop or restaurant – and some of the busiest, most interesting-looking places we saw were inside newish condos. Not a goddamn townhouse to be seen.

Technically, not a condo (it’s low-cost housing) but still quite well done:

Bud Clark House Balconies

Interesting condo

Condo with Windmills

Interesting Building/Condo (Emma?)

Interesting Condo

Scrim on Condo

7. Food

And, oh, those restaurants.

Portland is a foodie heaven.

You’ve likely heard about the Food Truck Revolution that’s going on. Equally as interesting as the food is the instant public spaces that have been reclaimed from parking lots (In PDX they line the outside of parking lots with food trucks):

Food Trucks

We gorged on pastrami at Kenny & Zuke’s…

Pastrami at Kenny & Zuke's

…while the beef cheek bourgignon at Le Pigeon is one of the 10 best (and rich) dishes I’ve ever eaten.

Le Pigeon

We went to Pok Pok to try the legendary Thai:

Food at Pok Pok

Food at Pok Pok

The food there was incredible. I’m just going to list what we ate as the descriptions pulled from the menu let you know everything:

  • Ike’s Vietnamese Fish Sauce Wings – Half dozen fresh whole natural chicken wings marinated in fish sauce and sugar, deep fried, tossed in caramelized Phu Quoc fish sauce and garlic and served with Vietnamese table salad. Our signature dish. Based on our daytime cook Ike’s recipe from his home in Vietnam
  • Muu Paa Kham Waan – Boar collar meat rubbed with garlic, coriander root and black pepper, glazed with soy and sugar, grilled over charcoal and served with chilled mustard greens and a spicy chill/lime/garlic sauce. Northern Thai drinking food
  • Khao Soi – Northern Thai mild curry noodle soup made with our secret curry paste recipe and house-pressed fresh coconut milk. Served with house pickled mustard greens, shallots, crispy yellow noodles and roasted chill paste. Typically served as a one dish meal. Chiang Mai speciality with Chinese Muslim and/or Burmese origin, depending on who you talk to.

8. Neighbourhoods

Portland is a city of neighbourhoods and a joy to explore. If you take the time to wander, you’re certain to find some hidden charms off the traditional tourist track. The downtown core is fine for 24 hours, but the eastern shores of the Willamette have a near endless array of things to see.

To give you a sense of this, here’s a screenshot of my map of places we visited; at least half of them are on the suburban-appearing eastern side of the Willamette:

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As you walk along Belmont or Division or any of the other major streets, you find coffee shops and stores popping up amongst houses. Everyone in Portland has a local coffee shop and bar.

9. Beautiful Decay

Portland is both warm and lush and we happened to be there as the Camellia were blooming. As the blossoms fall, they create beautiful little scenes of decay:

Lan Su Chinese Gardens

Fallen camellia blossom

Camellia Blossom in Stream

10. Neon

Bright lights. Not so big city.

Voodoo Donuts

Portland Outdoors Neon Sign

Portland Neon Sign

Miller Paint Neon Sign

11. Craft

In addition to the craft beer, craft coffee and amazing food, there’s lots of other evidence that Portlandians like to make things.

Everywhere you go you see hand-crafted, carefully designed objects and collections; it’s a city of makers.

Wooden Puzzles

Bow and Arrows

Flower shops

Art Piece

And finally, some random photos.

Tanner Springs Park

Portland Sign

Chevytown Sign

Light on old building

Old Bank Building Detial

Japanese Garden

Old Building Detail

When Architects Open Cafes

For Christmas, Wen bought me a subscription to Mark magazine. Every two months visions of another architecture arrive at our house.

The last issue featured an article on architects who have opened businesses inside the spaces they designed. The concept of the article felt a little navel-gazely and trite, but then you have to remember that most architects never actually operate out of the spaces they design (Imagine working for the phone company and using the other guy’s service).

But I digress.

One of the places mentioned was the Stable Cafe in San Francisco. Turns out that an architect bought the building – an old stable – and put his studio on the upper floors. Unable to figure out what to do with it, he turned the lower level into a cafe.

Through sheer luck, I found myself in SF for a business meeting about six blocks away, so I headed on over afterwards.

Here’s the street view: a striking black building that blends the historic upper level with the more modern lower:
Stable Cafe

I want to come back in the summer as there’s an enormous outdoor patio area beside the building:

Stable Cafe

The cafe proper is an airy space with a rear loft. The front’s home to rotating oversized artworks:

Stable Cafe

Note the terrariums. Not just on the wooden slab table but also hanging below.

Here’s a view from the loft:

Stable Cafe

And here’s the kitchen where the friendly staff work. Note the La Marzocco machine; they take their coffee seriously here.

Stable Cafe

Worth a visit if you find yourself in San Francisco’s Mission.

Hawaii Notes

A few weeks back, Cam, Wen and I went to Hawaii’s Big Island (technically named Hawaii, leading to the awkward phrasing “I went to Hawaii, Hawaii” so beloved by anal retentive people and hated by everyone else) for vacation.

Here are some thoughts on what it was like.


Hawaii is the tropics run by Americans.

It’s completely incongruous: you’ve rainforest (alas, without monkeys; no wild monkeys on any of the islands) and you can drive there on a brand-new, well-maintained highway. Plus you can drink the tap water without worry, gas is plentiful and anything is available 24 hours a day.

But it’s still paradise.

It also leads to funny situations where you’re sitting in a remote beach and there are signs like the following:

Ridiculous number of warning signs at Kolekole Beach Park

Rules. Lots of rules. Not to be followed, but to be posted to limit liability.


I could have spent the entire day watching the surf.

It literally crashes down.

Growing up, the nearest ocean was the Atlantic, which lacks the enormous breadth and deep trenches that seem to be required to generate truly pounding surf.

Hawaii, on the other hand, is the first interruption faced by a wave that has been gathering steam since starting life a few thousand miles away on the North American coast. It’s anger at being interrupted results in a fascinating display for tourists (I doubt that this is how waves really work, but the romantic in me likes to imagine it as such).

The northeastern side of the island is where the waves come aground; one of the best places to watch it is Laupahoehoe Point County Park:
Surf At Laupahoehoe

Surf at Laupahoehoe

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Not too far away is Kolekole Beach Park, nestled into a rainforest-ringed valley. On the rocky beach you can watch the breakers come in:

Breakers at Kolekole Beach park

I tried to capture all of this in a video; it’s way more impressive when you’re actually there in person:


The Big Island is one of those rare places where they actually are creating more land. And, unlike New York or Tokyo, they don’t do it by dumping garbage in the harbour. Rather, they simply let volcanoes dump more lava into the sea.

The action takes place inside the literally and aptly named Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. The entire park serves as a not-so-subtle reminder that the earth is, at it’s core, molten rock and from time to time this breaches the surface with catastrophic results.

You can walk through the Kilauea crater and stand on a moonscape that has only existed since 1959 – when it was a lake of flaming rock.

Kilauea Crater

To get there you walk along a trail that’s an abandoned road. It was the main thoroughfare for the park until a 1980 eruption took out a good portion of it. Now it’s like a tropical version of The Road, with the jungle slowly reclaiming it:

Abandoned Road

Elsewhere you can see the main caldera – and you were able to walk up to it until 2010 when a new eruption rendered the ground unstable and reminded everyone that this is a temporary park.

The best view is from the park’s lodge, which bills itself as “one of America’s best volcano-viewing lodges” (I didn’t realize there were so many).

Main Crater

As you stand above the calderas you can see steam leaking from below; elsewhere you’ll stumble upon steam vents as you meander through the park. Nothing about the park feels stable.

Steam Vent

We didn’t make it down to the water, where lava has been spilling into the sea in a continuous eruption since 1983 (the eruption was a long way from the road the day we visited). We did, however, make it to the Thurston Lava Tube, which gives you a keen sensation of how the topology beneath your feet is quite different from what you normally imagine (imagine if NYC’s subways were instead full of lava):

Wendy in Thurston Lava Tube

The entire park reeks of impermanence…

(If you go, make sure to hike the Kilauea Iki Trail; it’s the one that goes through the caldera in the first photo. It’s half volcano and half fern-y rainforest. Best hike we did on the island)


I’m not sure what you imagine when you think of South Pacific paradise, but I imagine tropical valleys with sheer cliffs that meet the sea. And the Big Island has seven of these chained back-to-back on its northeastern coast.

At the top of the island is the Pololu Valley. It’s just your typical jungle-covered-cliffs-that-lead-down-to-a-beach-with-pounding-surf type of valley. There’s an easy trail down (as long as it’s not wet).

Pololu Valley

Beach at Pololu Valley

Pololu Beach

The surf here is way too strong to swim in; instead, you stroll along the beach, watch the waves and gaze into the valley.

Stones at Pololu Beach

Beach at Pololu Valley

Pololu Valley

Ditto for the opposite end of the seven valley range: Waipio Valley.

This has to be one of Hawaii’s most-photographed spots.

View of Waipio

It’s a steep four wheel drive track down (and since most rental car companies won’t let you drive there, you’ll likely be walking). Like the other valleys, the beach is dangerous to swim in; locals drink beer in the neighbouring pine forest.

Trees near beach at Waipio

The valley itself is spectacular. It’s home to several native Hawaiians; apparently if you go far enough back there’s a several thousand foot waterfall to be discovered.

Waipio Valley

Note to hikers: you can actually hike from Waipio to the neighbouring valley. It’s an overnighter and you need to camp. I’ll be coming back to do it some time.


Hawaii explodes with colour.

All around you are flowering plants splashing red, dripping orange, trailing white. They grow outside your house, in the ditch beside the road, in the trees above you, in gardens, forest and beyond.

Curiously, many are non-native. Like much of what you find on the island they’ve been imported by visitors from Polynesian to British to American – and then exported via film to become our image of the tropics. The whole island is a curious simulacra of paradise in paradise.


Pink Quill

Flower at Hawaii Botanical Gardens

Flowers at Kolekole Beach Park

Flower at Akakaw Falls


Flower at Cabin

Flower at Cabin

One of the best places to see all these flowers (and by the thousands) is the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden. Over the past forty years a trash-strewn valley has been transformed into the lush home to countless tropical flowers. And the drive down the highway to get these is unforgettable (think rainforest, ocean-view cliffs and narrow roads).

The colour isn’t limited to the flowers.

The sunsets set the sky ablaze and paint it a tableau of oranges, reds and purples.


Clouds at Sunset

You get a sense for what Paul Gaugin was trying to do in relatively nearby Tahiti.


The story of Hawaii is one of water.

The islands are ringed with it. The tropical heat evaporates water to form clouds – which hit the eastern shores of the islands and cause rain. This leads to massive waterfalls and rainforest which lead to rivers and streams that drain to the sea.

Akakaw Falls

Kalopa Forest State Park

Jungle at Akakaw Falls

Lush forest at Kolekole Beach Park

Waterfall at Hawaii Tropical Botanical Gardens

Or at least that’s the story on the windward side of the island.

The leeward side of the island is a desert.

The mountains are so tall – 13,000 plus feet or one-and-a-half Whistler’s for my Vancouver friends – that no clouds can easily get past them. All the rain drops on one side and you’re left with desert on the other.

There are literally cacti up on the hills, starting right at the point where the clouds end:

Hawaii Rainbow

As you descend to the leeward beaches you find that they’re in a lava field that dates back at least a thousand years. Trees have grown there, but the land has a scorched feeling to it.

Arid Landscape

Arid Grass

Brambly Path

Apparently there are 22 different climate zones around the island. This leads to severe cognitive dissonance as you find yourself going from rainforest to temperate forest to desert in the span of an hour.

For instance, here’s what it looked like near where we were staying: 3,000 feet up and right at the break between wet and dry. If I didn’t tell you this was Hawaii, you’d be hard-pressed to guess.

Sunset Scene

Windy Landscape


Hawaii is a little bit country. The culture’s a bit like a tropical version of the interior of BC.

Lots of dudes with pickup trucks. But instead of blue jeans it’s athletic shorts (basketball styles; nice and long). Ditto for a sleeveless t-shirt instead of a plaid shirt. Still playing country on the radio, but it’s got a polynesian lilt.


And speaking of the Polynesians, they were the original people to colonize Hawaii. While not killing one another (life was apparently cheap to them) they occasionally took time to carve petroglyphs.

These still abound although no one’s sure what they mean or exactly when they date from (science has determined that the lava flow in which they’re carved is approximately one thousand years old).

You can literally walk out of a four star resort and just up a path you stumble upon a plain of them.





I have finally had my Gordon Watt moment.

For those unfamiliar with this term, Gordon is my dad. He’s a doctor and, in his professional life, is exacting. However, in his personal life he has occasionally been known to be a little clumsy.

Notable moments include a childhood attempt to hike the Rideau Trail (Ottawa to Kingston) with little more than a bag of trail mix (it’s a poorly maintained 300km trail) and a demonstration of bear spray while I stood downwind.

That I am my father’s child was reminded to me on this trip.

We were at the Volcanoes National Park and wrapping up the day. We’d been hiking for hours and everyone was getting tired; Cam was a little cranky and hadn’t been sleeping super well.

We bundled him into the car and started driving back along the highway.

I asked Wen if she could pass me my sunglasses.

She said that she didn’t have them; I thought nothing of it.

And that’s when, out of the corner of my eye in the rearview mirror I saw a little flash.

Something that just didn’t look right.

A black thing appeared to have come flying off the roof of our car.

With sudden horror I realized that I was driving down the highway at one hundred kilometres an hour with our SLR camera and my sunglasses sitting on the roof, where I’d left them while getting Cam into the car.

Only now the sunglasses were somewhere on the side of the road and who knows what it would take to dislodge the camera.

I let the car drift to a halt on the should (taking care not to decelerate too quickly).

Wen asked why we were stopping and I sheepishly explained.

The camera was still there. A few hundred metres back was a slightly scratched (frames only) pair of sunglasses.

Must be the genes.


The eastern side of the Big Island is a set of resorts set in a lava field. The resorts are there because its the leeward side of the island meaning its both drier (literally 1% of the precipitation of just a few kilometres away) and has swimmable beaches.

Development here has been a source of contention with the locals. They’ve settled on an agreement where by all the beaches are actually open to anyone but this is poorly marked so that most people never walk onto another resort. (Insider’s tip: there’s a trail that connects all of them).

These resorts also happen to be smack dab in the middle of a resting and nesting ground for sea turtles. The turtles know better than to show up on a crowded beach; instead you find them in the unoccupied interstices between resorts. They just sit there while three deck chairs away seniors sip mai tais, oblivious to the wildlife.


Turtle on Beach


An obligatory note on the food.

I’m not a huge seafood fan, but I ate more than my share of sushi.

Standouts include Sushi Rock in Hawi where they’re doing incredible things with macadamia nuts in sushi (it works; they call it “crunch”):


Ocean Sushi in Hilo is another great place; it’s a hole in the wall that serves some of the best sushi I’ve ever had.

Ahi Sashimi at Ocean Sushi

The secret to both these places: ahi tuna. The ahi on the Big Island is like none I’ve ever tasted before. It literally falls apart in your mouth as you eat it.

The other popular food: beef.

Vast swathes of the island are covered in cattle ranches. Due to the strong Japanese heritage on the island (the Japanese were first brought to the island to work in sugar mills; one quarter of islanders can apparently claim descent), the marinade of choice is teriyaki.

You also find that the popular cut is not a chunky sirloin steak but a rail thin, long stretch of beef that’s simply known as “grilling meat”. It cooks in minutes on the barbecue and you can frequently buy it already marinated in teriyaki or even kalbi.

It’s delicious.

There are also two curious connections between Hawaii beef and my current hometown of Vancouver.

First, it seems that George Vancouver is actually responsible for bringing beef to the island. Apparently unsatisfied with discovering his namesake town, he turned left and later found himself on the Big Island. He dropped off a few head of cattle – they were more like wild animals – and they soon took over the island. The natives feared wild bulls for generations.

The other tenuous connection?

Douglas Firs.

They are found all around the city and are named after David Douglas, a Scottish botanist who likely never visited the city but brought his namesake pine back to Britain in 1827.

There are no Douglas Firs in Hawaii, but there are the remains of David Douglas.

Seems he went hiking one day and fell into a trap that was set for one of Vancouver’s wild bulls.

Unfortunately there was already a bull inside and it apparently gored him to death. Poor man.

And rather than ending on that despondent note, let’s talk coffee.

The Big Island grows its own coffee and it completely lacks bitterness. If it’s 100% Kona coffee literally all you will taste is coffee flavour; nothing bitter at all.

I’m not sure how I feel about this; I found it a little startling that the coffee had no bitter edge. I’ll have to go back and try more.


Let me close with a few photos.

Night Hibiscus

Tree at Liliuokalani Garden

Palm Trees in Hilo

Fern in Kalopa State Park

Rocks & Surf at Hawaii Botanical Gardens


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An Epic Hike

Wen and I used to live in Calgary and got spoiled by the hiking in Banff and its sister parks. Since moving to BC we’ve been lucky to do a lot of great hikes – Grouse, Mount Seymour, The Chief – but we hadn’t found a truly epic hike.

Until we went to Garibaldi Lake.

This 19km round-trip hike is easily the best one I’ve done since moving to Vancouver and compares with anything you’ll find in Alberta.

You drive about 35 km north of Squamish and then it’s 3km up a service road to a moss-covered forest. From there you start a long hike through the trees, up the “barrier”:

Leaves and Fallen Tree

Wendy on Bridge


After a series of switchbacks that take you over the Barrier (a massive rock wall that stops Garibaldi Lake from flowing into Squamish), you get your first inklings of the Lake itself:

Garibaldi Lake

It’s an incredible vista: a massive glacier descends into the far side of the lake; you can see the Black Tusk looming above the eastern edge.

Garibaldi Lake

Garibaldi Lake

Well worth it. Takes about 6-8 hours total.

Rainforest Trail – Pacific Rim National Park Reserve

Earlier this week, the whole family drove up to Tofino for Ecquire’s epic Nerds on Vacation. Passing through the (relatively young) forest we saw a sign for the “Rainforest Trail”. Staring at the small trees buzzing by, it was hard to imagine that a rainforest might be hidden just beyond our view.

But there’s a massive rainforest hiding in plain sight.

Two one kilometre loops take you past massive trees. Their crowns are lost in the canopy; only 5-10% of all the light that hits the forest makes it to floor. The age of the trees is almost overwhelming; one dates back to 1271.

Wendy at Rainforest Trail

Rainforest Trail
Both of the trails are on raised boardwalks; the ground is too soft to walk on. Skunk cabbage and ferns cling to the side of numerous creeks; water is everywhere.Wen at Rainforest Trail
On the “B” trail there an incredible feature: a tree has fallen a ravine and been planed into a bridge – the most solid bridge you’ll ever walk across. One of the neatest features I’ve found in any national park.

Me on Bridge at Rainforest Trail

Elsewhere 10ft wide trees have fallen down and are becoming nurse trees with new trees growing off them:Rainforest Trail

Everywhere just bursts with green; my crappy iPhone camera can’t do justice to either the scale or the verdant nature of the forest.
Rainforest Trail

Well worth a visit; these short tails pack an enormous amount of punch.