Mt. Tabor is on the east side of the fair city of Portland, Oregon. Depending on where you’re coming from, this is either a mountain or a molehill. You take Hawthorne street all the way, and then you drive in a convoluted way, knowing you’re on the right path when you see signs that say “no park entrance” on the various tree-lined lovely streets in that neighborhood.
Then you find it. You drive up, and depending on the weather (and, incidentally, whether the weather is nice for the first time in many months) you find a parking spot. Then you play on the playground, or you go for a walk in the park.
Then, if it’s a clear day, you can see a lovely vista, like this one:
That picture was taken in the fall. Our fall isn’t as stunning as you folks get in the Northeast, but then again, our winters aren’t nearly as bitter either, so if I have to take a bitter winter to get gorgeous fall views, I’ll take this Portland view any old day.
If you get lost, you can ask this guy how to get back to your car:
Which is really helpful.
You can spend twenty minutes or an hour at Mt. Tabor. It’s a lovely walk/bike/run/hula hoop/whatever your preferred type of outdoor exercise is. It’s also very fun to come here on the first (or second or third) nice day of the year, because watching people who haven’t been outside in months must be a little like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly.
Oh, also? It’s free. You don’t have to pay to park. There’s no hot dog vendors. It’s just a piece of nature, nestled into our urban area. It’s great if you feel like you need to “get outside” but don’t have time to drive to a real hiking spot. It would be quite lovely (if you were more organized than me) to bring a picnic.
SE 60th & SE Salmon