It always strikes me as odd that we seldom take advantage of the wonders of the world right in our neighborhood. Okay, in my case, the state of Oregon, but unless we have company coming, there always seems to be reasons not to get out and check out some pretty awesome stuff nearby.
Mt. Angel, an hour south of Portland, is home to the World Famous Oktoberfest. They might not have invented it, but it is easily one of the largest in the United States. The town has 3,500 permanent residents, and most own lederhosen or dirndls.. Every September, the city roars to life and 350,000 people descend on the tiny town. The town may be small, but it boasts more giant beer halls than you can imagine. Huge, permanent structures, they each have bands, dance floors, and rows and rows of tables. All of which, of course, can hold gallons of beer.
We attended years ago, when we had six small kids. My memories are of corn on the cob, dipped in butter, and trying not to lose the children. People packed shoulder to shoulder is a great place to misplace short family members, and that’s all I can recall. This time, we came as two old farts, looking for a good time. And found it!