I'm on my way home. Portland Airport has wi-fi pretty much throughout, so I'm sitting in a quiet corner at the very end of Concourse C. A few last impressions:
After the conference ended I grabbed a quick lunch at Red Robin, where the service remains outstanding. I had chili, as it happens; in fact, I ate a lot of chili at Red Robin this week. It's not extra-good amazingly-wonderful to-die-for chili; rather, it's an unpretentious little chili that tastes OK, satisfies your hunger, and doesn't call attention to itself, either when you're eating it or, um, later.
After lunch, I picked up my suitcase at the hotel and headed for the airport. The hotel is right next to one of Portland's light-rail lines, and it so happens that the line runs to the airport, so that's what I did. I don't know why the fellow with the big black dog who got on the train just prior to mine was playing a digeridu in the train station, but it was an interesting touch. And then, on the way to the airport I saw a number of buildings that were leaning so far over I couldn't understand why they weren't falling down. Turns out, it wasn't the buildings; the train was moving very fast through a gentle curve, and the designers banked the track so well that I didn't even feel it.
Portland has a nice airport. If you have to spend a couple of hours waiting for a plane, you could do much worse. There are lots of shops and places to eat, the aforementioned wi-fi, and interesting sculpture to look at (including a representation of the Columbia River in brass on the floor. And the section of six or eight unused gates at the end of Concourse C makes a really nice, quiet place to sit.
But it's about time to close up my laptop and go find my gate.Posted by Will Duquette at October 28, 2005 04:25 PM