Oregon is home to so much. Dense forests, a northern boundary along the mighty Columbia River, a plethora of craft beers, wineries, and miles of Pacific Ocean coast. We’ll explore some of that later, but for now, there are a couple places that we found interesting.
When I started the planning for this trip, one of the ways I decided to economize was to only make purchases that were either A — Immediately essential, or B — Could be used on this trip. Much to the dismay of some of my friends, and you know who you are :-), that included my wardrobe. One of my purchases was to get two flannel shirts — and on the most casual of casual days, I would sometimes wear one to work (at my gig in PetSmart’s Legal Department). The oft-heard comment was that “this is the day that Eileen dresses like a lumberjack”.
Perhaps because of my alleged affinity for lumberjack attire, I always wanted to tour the Pendleton Woolen Mills. They are famous for their wool blankets, but also offer apparel such as shirts, coats, hats and the like. We stopped at the original mill in Pendleton, Oregon, which was built in 1909. They conduct tours throughout the day.
The tour was quite interesting, demonstrating the process involved in getting the wool from its rough format and loaded onto spindles where it can be woven into the blankets made in the facility and sold worldwide.
While the tour was interesting, I think that a missed opportunity is that it was conducted by a non-professional tour guide. She was certainly pleasant, but lacked that “pizazz” that can make a narrated tour more stimulating for the visitors. A professionally narrated tour makes it more memorable and can turn an impartial visitor into a fan of the brand. I think it’s a miss to turn it over to an amateur — especially given that they offer about 20-25 tours a week. As concerning, there was no call to action at the end of the tour…just “put your headsets on the table, and thank you for coming”. I would have expected something like, “and you can see the fine Pendleton blankets that are made right here in this factory, in the back corner of the shop”. (I guess I will always have marketing in my blood).
Next…meeting up with friends!
I want to take this tour some day!
Are you also developing an affinity for lumberjack attire? :-)
I want to see a picture of you in the fedora! Hope it matches one of your flannel shirts…
Missed opportunities to a captive audience.
Like shooting fish in a barrel.
Enjoying your narratives.
In 40’s last few nights in Adirondacks.
Andy
Thanks again for letting me follow along on your journey. My son lives in Bend, Oregon. Will you be visiting Bend?
I don’t know if we will make it to Bend this trip. But if I do I’ll keep you posted !
Hey…nothing wrong with “lumberjack attire”. Can you imagine years ago this process…but manual…women making clothing/blankets for their families…and WAY back, if the male died and he did not will them to her, she had to PURCHASE those blankets at auction. Can you tell I’ve been reading old wills…LOL Stay safe Eileen, Trax & Sally!!! Maybe someday I will be one of the friends you meet up with.
I just got back from a month in Europe where I did not have great service to use. It has been fun catching up on your blogs. They are great!! I am go glad you are doing this–blogging and traveling. Stay safe and give my furry friends a big hug from me
Always loved some of the colors and patterns of the Pendleton blankets but for many years they were mostly wool and I’m allergic to wool. After entering Earth this round, new borns were often lathered down with lanolin oil, a wool product. I was baptized with fire, sort of, and turned red and was one miserable baby according to mother. :-)
Per your factory visit and blog comments, Eileen, I visited Pendleton’s website and discovered that Pendleton now has some cotton blankets for sale. I like the Glacier blankets which have the colors of the old trappers’ blankets that were often bartered to the Native Americans and First Nations People. A number of the really old photos show these colors and patterns being worn.