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Felled by Timbers

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The temperature was 30 Celsius at kickoff. We weren't exactly sweating on the result.

Ryan and I were tired of watching the Whitecaps lose in Vancouver; so we came to Portland and saw them lose here. It was much more fun.

PGE Park is an intimate stadium for 18,000 people and the 500 travelling Vancouver fans did their best to lift a team in dire need of lifting. I’m just not sure they heard us. Of all the chants mustered by the travelling fans, “We’ve got health care” certainly drew the biggest reaction from home supporters.  By then Vancouver were down 2-0 and Portland had had a third goal disallowed just before half time.

A lull in festivities at the Timbers' end.

We contented ourselves with throwing streamers and batting balloons, and what little choreography involved in singing and shouting all but disappeared midway through the second half. With the final seconds ticking away, we began singing “All we are saying, is give us a goal,” to the tune of “Give peace a chance”.

Someone heard us.

Whitecaps finally score - a nice change from celebrating cornerkicks and Canadian health care.

In the 89th minute, Camilo Sanvezzo finally lost his marker in the penalty area, turned and scored the consolation goal Section 222 had been waiting for. The Portland fans were patronizingly gracious in victory, wishing us well between chants of U.S.A.

The Timbers’ level of support is impressive. It’s as if every fan is given a flag to wave, and not just a cheesy cloth you’d attach to a car window: we’re talking a 6 by 3 flag on a flagpole for waving with 10,000 other flag-waving fans. If it wasn’t for the fact the Timbers’ colours are brown, the flag-waving would look fantastic.

White and blue are nicer colours though. And we do have health care.

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August 21, 2011 at 8:01 am

Fat wieners at Fort Stevens

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Ryan skimboarding: Dude's ill.

I get a little excited in new places. (I don’t get out much.)

The moment I saw Cannon Beach I literally ran down Hemlock Street (the main drag), inquiring about places to stay for the night. For those of you familiar with Whistler, BC, it’s a bit like showing up Christmas week and asking if there are any cheap places to stay – ski in/ski out, preferably one night.

Here's one of the 200 photos I took of the Peter Iredale, a century-old wreck on the Fort Stevens shoreline.

So we ended up camping half an hour away in Fort Stevens at the mouth of the Columbia River for $40 a night. The KOA campground here has thought about everything a camper might want and provided it, right down to a free endless pancake breakfast (cue angels singing), a giant, bouncy inflatable pillow (not castle), indoor swimming pool, dog run (kind of a fenced off assault course – Wipeout for canines), mini golf, Internet cafe (hence this blog) and laundromat/games room. (Play ping pong during your rinse cycle.)

We’re in a tent, but there’s a range of cabins available and some of the RVs pulling in are far bigger than their names suggest: Scamper, Prowler and Arctic Fox hardly conjure up 15-wheeled juggernauts but that’s what most of them are. The 20-wheeled Bitch Slap at least lives up to its name.

The calm of Coffenbury Lake, for when the onshore breeze gets a little too bracing at the beach.

Better than the campsite though, is the beach – a bike ride away and every bit as epic as Cannon Beach, but without Haystack Rock. Unlike most of the accommodation options around here during the height of summer, the beach is empty – too vast to be conquered by tourists. It also doesn’t take kindly to ships, wrecking 2,000 of them since 1792. This isn’t the first place to describe itself as the Graveyard of the Pacific, but Fort Stevens’ credentials are impressive. The Columbia River has been forming and reforming pesky sandbars for centuries, creating endless hazards for boats that stray too close to the shoreline; boats like the century-old Peter Iredale, whose remains continue to rust on the shoreline here.

Does the sand make my wiener look fat?

We’re heading back to Portland tonight. The newlyweds camping next to us have awoken me several times. One of them snores louder than the hemmy engine on a 20-wheeled Bitch Slap. I give the marriage 18 months.

PS: As far as I know, there is no RV called a Bitch Slap. I made it up.

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August 19, 2011 at 8:45 am