I returned to Portland this past weekend, looking for a new abode. First, I had to pass through the new terminal at Sacramento International Airport - SMF(H). To my surprise, the new terminal is actually quite nice. Definitely taxing and confusing for older travelers, but nice. No more Cinnabon here - $1 billion worth of modern architecture, monorail systems, expensive eateries, and expensive artwork. Redwood ceilings and 56-foot-long aluminum rabbits. Best of all, it created 2,400 much needed jobs over the course of its construction.
Right now I can only compare Portland to other West Coast cities. It has elements of Sacramento, San Francisco, and Seattle. The general pace of people is much slower, and drivers rarely disobey the speed limit, but for some reason are taught that merge means "come perilously close to the car next to you until you both slam on your breaks, in unison, creating havoc on the freeway behind you." I have big expectations for the food. I heard it rains a lot.
Who says one hour flights don't have the romanticism of 10 hour drives?
(Not pictured: crying baby, goon kicking the back of my seat to the rhythm of a new Skrillex song.)
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