A Bend in the River

Monday evening finds me restless and waiting. Seated at the bar in the Nines Hotel, in Portland, Ore., I order a glass of the hotel's artisanal whiskey. The bartender asks me why I'm in town. "Fishing," I tell him. He smiles, likely seeing the trout dancing in my eyes, and slides the whiskey over. I take a sip. The slow, cool burn of the drink bits nicely; it's the perfect start to my trip. Download the PDF to read more …

Monday evening finds me restless and waiting. Seated at the bar in the Nines Hotel, in Portland, Ore., I order a glass of the hotel's artisanal whiskey. The bartender asks me why I'm in town. "Fishing," I tell him. He smiles, likely seeing the trout dancing in my eyes, and slides the whiskey over. I take a sip. The slow, cool burn of the drink bits nicely; it's the perfect start to my trip.
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Andrew Eitelbach