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car than any other way. Before the car broke down we would watch the freight trains. They were loaded with people. Men, women, children. Box cars, flat cars, gondolas. People were hungry. Some had lost their homes and all were looking for a handout and a job. It would have been an experience to have ridden the freights but I have never been sorry I didn't. We got to Portland and stayed with uncle Charley's a week.
One
day he took Hallie & me to the Sea Side. That's about fifteen or
twenty miles from Portland and is the end of the old Lewis and Clark
trail. 
The road is built up on the beach at the Sea Side and cars drive
out, turn around a pole or monument at the end of the trail and start
back. I would have liked to have driven around it in the Plymouth but had
to settle for a walk around and a dip of my hand in the Pacific Ocean.
Many years later I dipped my finger in the Atlantic when we were in
Boston.
We had a real nice day with uncle Charley at Sea Side and then it was time