<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Oregon</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/unitedstates/or?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><description>Oregon</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Beyond Expectations]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48421-2004Oct20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48421-2004Oct20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[On the Pinot Noir trail in Oregon's Willamette Valley.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Room and Bard]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A18945-2004Aug20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A18945-2004Aug20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Leaders of the small town of Ashland, Ore., were so dubious of a professor's request for money to help fund a Shakespeare production over the Fourth of July that they insisted one day be devoted to boxing matches.]]></description><author> Cindy Loose</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Northwest Passage]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A19406-2004Feb6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A19406-2004Feb6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Across the regal blue waters of the Columbia River Gorge, Beacon Rock soared skyward. As our paddle-wheel boat chugged along, a few passengers clambered to the top deck for a closer look at the 848-foot monolith. Two days later we gathered again, in a soft drizzle, as our boat surged with the waves of the river through a sweep of bays to the edge of the ocean. The following morning we traipsed through log cabins at nearby Fort Clatsop, a re-creation of a 19th-century encampment surrounded by tall Oregon pines.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Portland, Ore., a Best Seller?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A41270-2003Nov14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A41270-2003Nov14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[You can't judge a book by its cover, or a bookstore by the vehemence of its cult following. So it was with some skepticism that I approached Powell's City of Books in Portland, Ore. A professor of literature friend had swooned at the mention of Powell's, but he had also spoken rapturously of bookstores that turned out to be cramped, musty, disorganized accumulations of yellowing tomes.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chillin' in Oregon]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34908-2003Aug8.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34908-2003Aug8.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Boogie board in hand, middle-aged body shrink-wrapped into a thick neoprene wet suit, I stood with trepidation at the edge of Oregon's Short Sands beach. I looked every ridiculous inch, up to the little black bonnet, like one of those sperm in a Woody Allen film.]]></description><author> Brigid Schulte</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Oregon, Clark Gable Slept Here]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64191-2003May16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64191-2003May16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[WHAT:  Wolf Creek Inn.<br>    WHERE:  Wolf Creek, Ore., midway between San Francisco and Seattle.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Oregon Winery's Chocolate Fix]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29332-2002Jul5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29332-2002Jul5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[WHAT:  Shallon Winery<br>   WHERE:  Astoria, Ore., in the northwest corner of the state, where the Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[POSTCARD FROM TOM: Portland, Ore.]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A30700-2002Jul5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A30700-2002Jul5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Time your visit to Portland to include a Saturday morning at the farmers market, where you will find everything from raw oysters and pedigreed cheese to handmade truffles and pies starring Oregon's amazing fruits. Then move on to:]]></description><author> Tom Sietsema</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Goodbye, Girl]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1885-2002May10.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1885-2002May10.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[We hit the highway south out of oozy gray Seattle, two sun-seeking road-trippers with no particular place to go and all the time to get there. I was at the wheel of the Honda CR-V; my 14-year-old daughter, Liz, rode shotgun. Too soon, I thought, she'd be in the driver's seat and I'd be out of the picture.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Oregon, Just Readin' in the Rain]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39728-2001Nov30.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39728-2001Nov30.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/or</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 19:04:14 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Portland, Ore., averages 222 cloudy days per year, with 150 of those wet, allowing for plenty of time to splash in the puddles -- or read. For literary types with oddball tastes and a hankering for a good book hunt, the city has more used and/or independent bookstores (70-plus) than it does Starbucks (65). We took a spin through some of the city's best-known neighborhoods, foraging for $1 Hemingway paperbacks and other novel finds.]]></description><author></author></item></channel></rss>