In anticipation of the Supermoon, the closest full moon in twenty years, Luke and I planned a grand night. We determined that the best place to see it rise would be Powell Butte. The park offers a panoramic view of the North and East. On a clear day the view of Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Hood is unbelievable. Saturday morning I woke to blue skies and a thumping heart, "Yes! It's beautiful out! Lets hike before the sunset and have dinner out there while the Supermoon rises!" Luke pointed out that it was supposed to start raining at 6pm. Well, we followed through on our plan- we hiked, we ate, we watched the sky... get darker and darker and more dense with cloud. No moon, only the sound of the defroster and the rain drops on the windshield. Supermoon Portland style.