Portland Japanese Garden

It looks gloomy today, like most days since we arrived in Portland. Instead of a hike in the forest, we opted for a visit to the Japanese garden. 

It’s only about less than 10min drive from downtown. The Japanese garden sits in one of the many hills dotting the west of downtown area. Tickets are less than $10 per/person, though annual membership is available for $75 for two people.

The entrance leading up to the gate of the garden is a paved path meandering the thick woods with tall spruces, maples and other trees I can’t name. Once inside the gate, be prepared to be taken on a journey of texture study and sensory overload.

The general philosophy of a Japanese garden design is to create more with little. Japanese gardens tend to be on a small piece of land. But with carefully crafted paths, divisions and vegetation, the visitor gets a different view every few steps. This garden is no exception. Everywhere you look there’s a lot going on. 

There’s also a great mix of various elements. On the ground, earth is generously covered with moss. Paths are paved with a few different textures, straight-cut slates juxtaposing irregular-shaped stones. Vegetation mixes with man-made structure to help frame a space. A body of water is always circled by carefully placed mossy rocks and trees. Wooden bridges are common. Most of them are built to make you spend more time on the water with its zigzagging form and attention to detail in construction.

We were taken away by all the textures in the garden, mostly in the man-made structures. Japanese landscape artists are masters of materials. They treat commonplace materials with great attention to detail. They also demonstrate clever use of other unique natural materials. You’d see a few simple low fences made of bamboo sticks tied together with jute ropes. Taller fences use more of a mix of bamboo and wooden slabs. 

The overall structure of a building is very simple and streamlined. But every surface you look would have some level of texture on it that makes it difficult for you to look away.

The texture theme also extends to the fascination of Zen garden, where a field of fine gravels is painstakingly raked to create a rippling sandscape. It’s not hard to imagine that level of zen-ness that’s required to create the perfect ripples. The garden sits on a mere 5-acre land, but the attention to detail per inch of land is greater than anything we’ve seen before.

Craftsmanship is another stunning feat in this garden. Pieces of wood are rarely joined by nails. If you look closer, you’d see intricate joints and above the board details that beg you to look longer.

Sometimes we would sit on a bench in a little tuck-away corner for a few minutes listening to the sound of a nearby stream, looking around at all the carefully crafted picture-perfect garden views, thinking that maybe, just maybe for a few minutes we could achieve some level of inner zen. 

Hike the wildwood trail in Forest Park

Forest Park is probably the biggest forested city park in the US, offering countless trails for hikers, bikers, runners and tourists alike. It's only about 15min drive from city center.

We picked a section of the wildwood trail for our half-day hike. It's estimated to be just below 6miles of hike. We started out just after 9am Saturday morning. The birds were grooming themselves and singing morning songs. The place was magical. It's lushly green everywhere you look. Because of the amount of rainfall it gets here, trees were all covered with mossy "furs", which gave everything an animated look.

Look! It's a giant tarantula!

I love the fur-y tree branches

The loop we picked threads a few different trails together. We'd start out on Wildwood trail, then Hardesty trail, then Leif Erikson, and then finish on part of Cannon trail. Every now and then there'd be runners and other hikers passing us by from either direction. We'd stop frequently to admire the plants and endless green, and occasionally to avoid stepping on big juicy slugs in the middle of the trail.

how do you know if they're edible?

We were going at a very leisurely pace. Towards the last mile and half, I was sore all over my body and asking Jose "are we there yet" every two minutes. But when we were done, I was very happy we did it. Jose couldn't stop talking about other trails and hikes we could do in the summer. That was part of the reason we moved to Portland, to get closer to nature. And we're happy that we did.