I-205 Bridge @ High Rocks, Clackamas River

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A few photos of the seemingly-unnamed bridge that carries I-205 over the Clackamas River, just upstream of notorious High Rocks Park (which is where I took these from).

I don't have much to say about the bridge itself. It's your basic utilitarian concrete bridge. If you drive over it on I-205, you barely notice you're on a bridge, and you don't get a clear view of the river. It's basically a smaller and more obscure cousin to the Abernethy, Boone, North Portland Harbor, and I-84 Sandy River bridges. Other than the North Portland Harbor bridge (which I haven't quite posted about yet), they offer no pedestrian facilities. I'm told it's technically legal to walk across on the shoulder, so I could technically include them in the ongoing bridge-walking project. But I have to say that's highly unlikely. My m.o. here is to take mundane stuff and try to make it sound exciting and dangerous, hopefully in a semi-entertaining way. When it comes to actual danger, well, I tend to avoid that. I'm not saying that as an ironclad rule, exactly; it's just that I think I'd need a better reason than this grey concrete bridge here.

It's a shame the bridge isn't very attractive, given the setting.

If you've read any of the previous posts here mentioning the Clackamas River, you're probably sick and tired of me flogging the "drowning hazard" angle. So I'm not really inclined to revisit it in depth, but I will mention that High Rocks is #1 on the Mercury's list of dangerous swimmin' holes. And here are two examples of what they're talking about.

Willamette Week mentions the park in an article about fun summer activities, although it describes the river danger as 7 out of 10, and danger from fellow river rats as 9.5 out of 10. Elsewhere, Oregon150 has a nice, brief essay about "Rafting the Clackamas River".

It will come as no surprise to you, o Gentle Reader(s), that while I was here I didn't avail myself of the opportunity to slam down a tallboy of Old English 800 and then dive off the eponymous High Rocks into the river. Besides the whole danger thing, I'm slightly too old to join in; plus it's not really my subculture, and I doubt the natives would accept me; plus -- regarding the whole "impressing girls" angle -- I kind of suspect my wife wouldn't be too keen on me diving drunkenly into a freezing river. Plus I don't really fancy Old E too much, and chugging a good beer shortly before drowning would be a waste of good beer. Also, when I took these photos I'd stopped by briefly in the morning before work, and I had to scurry off home to get to an Important Meeting, so all other factors aside, it simply wasn't practical.

So you're probably starting to wonder, if you're still reading, exactly what it was that I did here. Well, I walked down the narrow path to the park, which squeezes between businesses on either side. Took a brief look around, noted that there weren't a lot of people there -- it being a weekday morning before school was out -- and none of them looked like the roving packs of shiftless, predatory youths that the local media always goes on about. So I took a few photos and headed out before any youths showed up, and trundled off to the office. I think it's fair to say that the stuff I didn't do is vastly more interesting, even if none of it actually happened.

If I sound a little sour, I should probably mention I'm at home with a cold right now, and I've got nothing better to do than go through my Drafts folder and try to polish off a few of my unfinished posts.

In any case, The Narrative Image has a few nice photos of the area, much more intriguing than my efforts here. Although on the other hand, what you see here is the product of a brief ~5 minute visit. That probably ought to count for something...

And off on a tangent: Here's an entirely different High Rocks Park, in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where the rocks are substantially higher than ours. No connection to the present story, but I ran across them while searching and thought they were worth passing along. So enjoy.

As an added bonus, right behind the freeway bridge is a railroad bridge that now belongs to Union Pacific, although it apparently still has "Southern Pacific" written on it in large letters. It isn't really possible to take a better photo of the railroad bridge without a.) shooting from the freeway bridge (hopefully while someone else is driving) b.) trespassing on the grounds of someone's fancy riverfront home, or c.) riding an inner tube down the river with a camera and hoping it doesn't get wet. A site covering Clackamas River Bridges appears to have chosen option a., so you can check those out if you're curious. But as far as the bridge project goes, I'm going to consider the railroad bridge "done" without resorting to any of the above options, since it does already appear, a little, in the photos here.

Thomas & 53rd

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[Disclaimer: A comment to this post (see below) asserts that basically everything I have to say about this place, both facts and guesses, is flat wrong. If that's true, I guess you could ignore the text and just enjoy the photos, or you could if they were very interesting, which they aren't. Not to dis any of my loyal Gentle Readers -- there's so few of you, I really can't afford it -- but I do think I'm right about the city limits situation, as I'll explain when I get to it.]

A few photos of our fair city's obscure, unnamed park at SW 53rd Ave. & Thomas St., out in the Raleigh Hills area where Portland morphs seamlessly into Beaverton. The park's an empty, grassy field in the midst of a mid-70's uber-suburban subdivision. No sign, no name, no facilities. The key thing to realize here is that most of the park, and most of the surrounding neighborhood, are just outside Portland city limits. I haven't seen a definite answer about this, but my theory is that the city bought the land in the hope they'd be annexing the area soon. For reasons that probably remain buried in yellowed issues of some obscure neighborhood newsletter, the annexation never happened. So, I guess understandably, the city never put in play equipment or otherwise developed the place. Why go to the trouble, after all, if the neighbors won't be paying any city taxes to support the thing?

This is all pure speculation, mind you, as there's next to nothing about the place anywhere on the interwebs. The parks bureau's info page, such as it is, simply mentions that it was acquired in 1980 and totals 2.57 acres. There's also a vegetation survey page for the park, which doesn't tell us much more. And on PortlandMaps, we learn the place is actually two legal parcels, the northern one lying just outside the city limits, and the smaller southern one just inside.

So here's where I try to justify saying the park's partly outside Portland city limits. If you look at those PortlandMaps pages above, there's a section for each parcel titled "Tax Districts". For the northern half of the park, the list looks like this:

101   PORT OF PORTLAND        134   TV FIRE/RESCUE DIST #1 JT
143  METRO                  161  VALLEY VIEW WATER DIST
170  MULTNOMAH COUNTY        170L  MULT CO LIBRARY LOCAL OPT TAX
180  CLEAN WATER SERVICES    198  TRI-MET TRANSPORTATION
304  MULTNOMAH CO ESD        309  PORTLAND COMM COLLEGE
311   PORTLAND SCHOOL DIST #1

And for the southern half, it's different:

101   PORT OF PORTLAND                130   CITY OF PORTLAND
130L  CITY OF PORTLAND CHILDREN LOP  130M  CITY OF PORTLAND PARKS LOP
143  METRO                           170  MULTNOMAH COUNTY
170L  MULT CO LIBRARY LOCAL OPT TAX   171  URBAN RENEWAL PORTLAND
173  URB REN SPECIAL LEVY - PORTLAND 198  TRI-MET TRANSPORTATION
304  MULTNOMAH CO ESD          309  PORTLAND COMM COLLEGE
311  PORTLAND SCHOOL DIST #1

As you can see, only the southern half has entries for "City of Portland" (and "Urban Renewal Special Levy - Portland", and instead of those the northern bit lists "Tualatin Valley Fire & Rescue", "Valley View Water District", and "Clean Water Services" (which is the PC, non-icky name for Washington County's sewer system). You'll see the same distinction if you look at details for houses north and south of that line through the park. I would consider this fairly definitive. Also, here's a photo of a little 4th of July parade in the neighborhood, organized by the Tualatin Valley fire district, not the Portland Fire Bureau. The same photo shows up here, on a page primarily about historic buildings in the neighborhood. Apparently there's a sort of huge historic manor house just a couple of blocks from the park here, and I had no clue it existed. Go figure.

For whatever it's worth, this isn't the only case of a Portland city park lying outside city limits. Elk Rock Island is another example, one a bit more interesting than this place.

You can probably tell from these photos that I didn't stay long. I didn't see anything that grabbed my interest. Plus I noticed that the neighborhood seemed to have a lot of rather elderly residents, and I figured that if I hung around too long someone would call the police about the strange young man wandering around the old vacant lot taking pictures.

Given the aging demographics of the area, I imagine many residents are on fixed incomes and would have no interest in joining the city anytime soon. And until that occurs, I imagine nothing's going to change about the park here. That will probably have to wait until a new generation of homeowners has moved in, and there are kids in the neighborhood again. Although most kids would be just as happy to go play in the big vacant lot as they would be with actual play equipment. I know that was the case with me, and I think I turned out ok, basically, more or less...

Portland Avenue Bridge

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A few photos of the long-abandoned Portland Avenue Bridge, which crosses the Clackamas River down in Gladstone. Built in 1893 or so, the bridge was once part of a rail line between Portland and Oregon City, which was abandoned in 1968 and subsequently removed. Seems the line was abandoned in part due to the deteriorating condition of the bridge, and since then the bridge has just sat there, unmaintained and fenced off, for over four decades now. So I can only imagine what sort of shape it's in these days. You might need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.

Updated: This bridge was severely damaged by a winter storm in March 2014, and was demolished shortly afterward. So there's no longer anything to see at this spot, and this post is now sort of a historical artifact. Feel free to still visit cosmopolitan downtown Gladstone if you like, though.

I realize that, as part of this ongoing bridge series, really I'm supposed to try to walk across these things if at all possible. But I wasn't tempted this time, not even a little, not even for a moment. There was, technically, a hole in the fence, and technically I suppose I could've ventured out onto it, and I suppose people actually do that from time to time. I think mostly to jump in the river, not to cross it. The Clackamas River looks cool and clean and refreshing on a hot day, and people just can't resist jumping in. That description is accurate, if by "cool" you mean "slightly above freezing", and by "refreshing" you mean "except when fatal". Follow the news any given summer, and take one look at the bridge, and the "not dying" angle for this bridge should be immediately obvious.

I've only found two current photo links to share, and they're actually both the same photo. I also ran across one historical photo from atop the bridge, looking north along Portland Avenue.

Portland Avenue, which dead-ends at the bridge, is apparently Gladstone's historic main street. The city of Gladstone recently (2008) put together a plan to revitalize the Portland Ave. corridor, and the plan envisions restoring the bridge for pedestrians and bikes, similar to the 82nd Drive bridge further upstream. The document notes that the bridge is still railroad-owned, even though there haven't been tracks on either side in decades, and the railroad's opposed to anyone doing anything with the bridge. Don't ask me why. You'd think they'd go, "Hey, that's a nice plan, we'll sell you the bridge for a dollar, as is", just to unload the potential liabilities on someone else. But apparently that's not how they see things. Beats me.

I'd never figured Gladstone as a very interesting place -- I guess I'd assumed that McLoughlin was its main street, and the whole town was basically just car lots and fast food outlets. The city and the local historical society would like us to know that, in fact, they have a long and somewhat unusual history, featuring a long-running Chautauqua Festival (which the streetcar was apparently built in part to serve), traveling evangelists, vaudeville, and similar thrills of a bygone era. Said bygone era seems to have ended around 1929, and if anything notable has occurred since then, the city and the historical society are keeping it to themselves. More photos from around Gladstone here and here.

The streetcar line, as it turns out, is the same one that once served Elk Rock Island and its somewhat, um, earthier delights. So you could tell everyone you were catching the streetcar down to Gladstone for a nice uplifting day of educational lectures and Sousa marches, but hop off at Elk Rock Island instead for some drinkin' and dancin' and carryin' on. At least, that's probably what I would've done.

More streetcar stuff at Cafe Unknown and Tin Zeroes -- the Tin Zeroes page refers to a different defunct streetcar line, I think, but it's an interesting story anyway. If you're into this sort of thing, I mean, and I realize you probably aren't, even if you read this humble, geeky, all-too-pedantic blog regularly. In which case I'll probably have another batch of flower photos soon, if you prefer those. And maybe some pics of the cat too, if I can get him to hold still, the little bastard...

may moon

the tram again

Whenever I end up with a new photo widget, sooner or later I end up taking photos of our fair city's shiny, goofy, condo-bubble-era aerial tram. I generally don't post the photos, since they're just test shots, and they usually all look alike, and I tend to bore my Gentle Reader(s) quite enough already without inflicting those on you.

This time is a bit different, though. It's still the same damn tram it's always been, but the lens this time is a monster-sized Questar 700mm mirror lens that I recently inherited. I'm not at a point where I'm up to talking about that part in elaborate detail, although a couple of previous posts should give a general idea of the circumstances.

cherry trees, portland center park

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A few cherry blossoms in Portland Center Park, which turns out to be the name of the little park that's home to Rusting Chunks #5. Or so I've concluded. There's no actual sign anywhere giving the name. And to confuse matters further, the page on the Parks Bureau's website has a photo of the Chimney Fountain instead of the park itself -- the fountain's a good two blocks north, it's maintained by the Water Bureau, and the land it sits on is city street right-of-way. But other than all that, sure it's part of the park. I mean, if we're going to be all pedantic and fussy about it, which I am, as usual.



Oh, and the city's official SW Portland Walking Map shows the actual park but doesn't give a name, and attaches the "Portland Center Park" label to another chunk of greenspace that doesn't actually exist in the real world. It would be directly under the Lovejoy Fountain Apartments swimming pool, if I'm not mistaken.



But of course you knew all this already, because you number among my nano-legion of truly longtime Gentle Readers, and you remember my previous hair-splitting episode about the place back in this post from back in May '06. I suppose this humble blog's reached the point where everything old is new again, but with better photos this time. Or whatever.



In any case, these photos are closeups of a couple of the cherry trees ringing the Rusting Chunks plaza. Cherry blossom season is by far the best time to visit the park -- the rest of the year it's basically just rust and chunkiness. And I'm afraid you've already missed cherry blossom season '09. So mark your calendars, I guess.

Oregon Park expedition

Today's thrilling adventure takes us to obscure little Oregon Park, at NE 29th & Hoyt, just south of Sandy & I-84. I was kind of intrigued by the ultra-generic name, although it turns out that comes from NE Oregon St., which runs along the north end of the park, so no real mystery there. The name kind of fits, in that it's your basic generic neighborhood park. Nice and everything, but nothing to go out of your way to go see. I figured that would be the case, so I decided it'd be an interesting challenge to go and try to make it look interesting. To up the challenge, I went with a cheap vintage 25mm wide angle lens with a sticky aperture that I picked up at Goodwill a while back. Also, it was a grey rainy day so I thought I'd go with all black-n-white, although I dropped that rule when I ran across a few flowers. So if you come away from this post thinking there's this weird, magical place hidden away in inner NE Portland, well, you'll probably be disappointed by the actual park. Your kids/dogs will probably love it, though.

I keep a TODO list for this humble blog, including various places and things I mean to check out sooner or later, and Oregon Park wasn't anywhere near the top of the list. But it was a short drive, and it didn't take very long to see everything, so it was doable on a weekday before work. And right now that counts for a lot...

tulips, 1st avenue

Another batch of spring flowers, this one almost sort of timely. In recent years we've had a dot-com bubble and a real estate bubble, but it seems like people are still on the lookout for the next irrational speculative mania. Might I suggest another tulip bubble? It'll be just like all the other bubbles, except with flowers!