OA Rock Cesario Column July 10, 2009
Reinvigorating vacation included one unforgettable hike
It’s nice to be home. However, it was an incredible road trip.
I came home with a tired body and a totally rejuvenated soul. To me, that is what a great vacation is all about.
In fact, I have at least one suggestion for “Haggerty’s Hikes,” although it will take some driving. I think that it’s worth it though.
I don’t know of anywhere else on earth where in one hour you can see redwood trees, the ocean and three very large bull elk at a very short distance and hike through a prehistoric canyon where part of the second Jurrassic Park movie was filmed and be relatively alone for all of it.
Fern Canyon on the Northern California coast is the place, and to call it amazing would be an understatement. Everyone should have the opportunity too see that spectacular place.
I know how lucky I felt about being there.
I know, I know this column is supposed to be about music and, well, let’s just say I didn’t take enough. “How is that possible?” I asked myself and my wife. How could I, of all people, do that?
It’s like Bill Haggerty not taking enough water on one of his hikes. Shame, shame!
I guess I just didn’t figure on more than 50 hours of windshield time. That’s more than four hours a day for 12-straight days of being in a car with your significant other.
Yes, my wife is still talking to me, but I am no longer giving directions now that we are home.
Back to the music, we didn’t take enough CDs, the two iPods only had about 3,000 tunes, and many of the songs were the same on both.
On top of that, I gave all five of the new CDs we took with us to my daughter.
Fortunately for us there were plenty of record stores in Oregon for us to visit, and all them were pretty impressive to me.
One thing that was obvious and interesting was the large number of vinyl records all of the stores carried.
At CD World in Eugene, I found a copy of a limited edition live Jayhawks CD from a show in Minneapolis in 2002.
In Portland, most of the record stores we found were on or off Burnside Avenue. I think all of them were independent stores. There was Music Millennium, Jackpot Records,
Everyday Music, 2nd Avenue Records, Anthem Records, Green Noise and more.
In all there were about 30 record stores in a 20-mile radius in that Portland area. And that’s not all.
Almost every store we went into that sold anything retro, such as antiques, retro clothing and even junk, had at least one rack of records. Most of them, from what I could see, were in pretty good quality and all of them had some impressive titles.
Music Millennium was the most impressive to me. It took up several small buildings on half a block and had a jazz and classical room that was larger than our entire store. Their collection of reggae, punk and hip-hop was very impressive.
It was Tuesday, and I couldn’t resist buying the new Wilco so we could all listen to it. After all, it was the new Wilco release, and I like it a lot.
It seemed as though all of the record stores we went into sold bumper stickers and almost all of them had one that said “Help Keep Portland Weird.” In Eugene, they said the same thing about their town.
From what I observed by watching both customers and employees of the record stores, not to mention the everyday people on the street, neither town is having any problems achieving that goal.