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December 31st 1969Washington State | The Canada of Oregon has it all—a Stonehenge replica, a longboarder's concrete wet dream and dark, damp underground lava caves. Vive les rocks.
December 31st 1969Oregon's Outer Edges | Crater Lake. Hell's Canyon. Wallowa and Steens mountain ranges. Hell, yeah.
December 31st 1969Central Oregon/High Desert | No rain, plenty of snow, obsidian flows and great local beer. The folks from the real eastside know how to unbend outside.
December 31st 1969Great Cascades/Columbia Gorge | With plenty of room to roam—and hot springs for your weary feet—it's the place to ramble and relax for the weekend.
December 31st 1969Willamette Valley | Monks, tracks, tubing and wine make the fertile strip a virile place to play.
December 31st 1969Stumptown | Tons of public parks, an extinct volcano and nude beach volleyball to keep you jolly. Get out and collect those merit badges, without leaving the city.
December 31st 1969The Coast | The beaches are public.
You own them. Go play—hike in the old-growth forests.
December 31st 1969Doggin' It | What happens when a Portland running club jogs with pooches from the pound?
I agree with the reviewer about the orchestra, but couldn't disagree more with his panning of Jay Pevney as Max. He played bellicose and bawdy with all the right energy, and certainly the night I was there, the audience caught all his gags, spoken and sung. Maybe the sound engineer was off the mark the night you were there. His work was a bit spotty. I had a great time with the whole production, though.
Rating: Thumbs up