We just got back from our big family vacation for the year up in the northwest.
We visited my dad in Idaho, camped in eastern Washington, moved to the mountains for a couple days camping in the forest, then to Spokane to visit with friends, and finally, Portland to visit my sister and her family. The night we arrived, she arranged for a babysitter and we had a little double date in downtown Portland. It’s been years since we went out with our sweeties.
After dinner, my brother-in-law suggested we walk over to Powell’s Books. Of course I’ve heard of this books store, but when we finally arrived I had just one question: How have I never been here before?
Seriously. This place is amazing. It took me half an hour to get through the entry. Books, books, so many books! I’ve never seen anything like it. New books, used books, old books, new releases. At a certain point, I decided that the building might actually be enchanted because I couldn’t find an end. It just kept going and going.
Anyhow, in two fantastic weeks of friends and family, this was actually my favorite part, and while it’s good to be home, I’m a little sad that I can’t go back to Powell’s Books today.
If you’re a fan of books and ever have the chance, you really MUST check it out.