Mount Tabor is the name of a volcanic cinder cone (dark one in center), the city park on the volcano, and the neighborhood of Southeast Portland that surrounds it, all in the U.S. state of Oregon. The name refers to Mount Tabor, Israel. It was named by Plympton Kelly, son of Oregon City pioneer resident Clinton Kelly.
Even though I have spent much of the past year in Portland less than a mile from the iconic upwelling, it was only last week that I finally took the plunge upwards. From my bunker on 89th Ave, I headed north, the sounds of cherry bombs and bottle rockets still dancing in my head. The main roads are to be avoided on foot due to noise and pollution, so my route was a bit indirect, yet quiet and photogenic. For a start, less than four blocks on was this colorful scene:
My keen sense of decal awareness tells me the car is a Ford of some persuasion. About the truck I have no idea, which is where you, the CCCollective, come in. Cash prizes are awarded for correctly ID’ing a vehicle first. However, since I really AM clueless in this department, greater minds than I will have to do the awarding.
*phone rings, followed by thirty seconds of heated back-and-forth*
My editor has informed me that there is no cash in the budget to be awarded, so you’ll have to make due with the profligate praise heaped on by fellow cohorts in the (hopefully) blooming comments section. Moving on!
The Mount Tabor neighborhood lies between SE 49th Ave. (SE 50th Ave. south of SE Hawthorne Blvd.) on the west and SE 76th Ave. on the east, and between E Burnside St. on the north and SE Division St. on the south.
Turns out I’m not even in the correct neighborhood yet, let alone near the mount itself. As I round the next bend onto Lincoln St. I see this:
This pleasant little hamlet was undergoing a renovation. Some intrepid worker had seemingly run out of surfaces upon which to lean spare plywood, and had gotten desperate.
Rounding the corner onto 88th and continuing northward over to 86th brought the next gem into view:
This pleasant little rolling hamlet is itself undergoing some renovations, but at least this time the lumber is structural. I’m reminded of my teens and the small church my family attended in the coast range. The local trucking bigwig was a regular attendee. There was a talk one day about the sheer volume of deer his fleet of truckers were hitting, and how it was economically viable to use large wooden bumpers in lieu of steel. One wonders what this van encountered…
I was just veering left onto Main St. when a land-whale further down 86th caught my eye:
The renovations continue! I was a bit leery of shooting pictures with the (apparent) owner hovering about, but was able to catch him behind the rather copious coverage of the hood. The battery nearby indicates possible trouble, yet the current tags indicate a daily driver. Or perhaps seasonal, as the sun had just begun appearing after this long, long winter. The blue Oregon plates hint at an original owner car, or one that has been in the family since new.
I turn west onto Yamhill St. and approach 82nd a.k.a. the Cascade Highway. Before I close the two block gap I spot this:
A Futura of the Pasta? More blue plates, but the tags are long expired. The poor bird sits in its nest when it could be flying the beautiful blue Oregon skies. The redneck weatherproofing on the camper seems ominous in this scenario.
A few blocks on yet STILL not in the Tabor-hood, a much nicer CC comes into view:
Even a layman such as I recognize this iconic shape as a T-bird. The house and yard were equally as clean and bright.
At long last, 76th Ave!
The Mt. Tabor neighborhood numbers 10,037, and is quite affluent. Much more so than the earlier areas I was perusing, yet I’m not finding any interesting vehicles. The trend in this district is obvious: Outbacks and Priuses dominate, with a few rebel Insights and hybrid Lexuses for good measure. *yawn* I pocket the camera and approach the end of the road where the north entrance to the park is. Fortunately, at the base of the mount parked next to the trail head was wonderful tour finish:
Unlike the T-Bird, this car strikes no bells of recognition. CCC?
So there you have it. Turns out the best part of the Mt. Tabor neighborhood is in the Montavilla neighborhood instead. I hope you’ve enjoyed this tour and, if so, comment below and I’ll drum up some more. That said, I must end this piece with the hood I enjoyed most of all: