Since it was plenty hot, there were children playing in the fountain. Here’s an official tidbit on the fountain from Portland Parks & Recreation:
Designed by Robert Perron Landscape Architects and Planners, the fountain is controlled by an underground computer that changes the pattern of the fountain’s 185 water jets. The three cycles of the fountain are called misters, bollards, and wedding cake. At full capacity, the fountain recycles 4,924 gallons of water per minute through as many as 137 jets at once.
It’s a damned impressive fountain, although the little ones running through it probably weren’t thinking about the computer-control, the throughput, or the technology. They were just running through the cool spray on a hot day.
Then I saw something wonderful. A little boy, possibly with cerebral palsy, was running through the fountain. This kid probably couldn’t even walk, but he was strapped in a harness that was suspended from a frame on wheels. The suspension was spring-tensioned, and adjusted to his weight so that he could put his feet down and push the frame around. And bounce up and down.
God, it was beautiful. Here was a boy that was profoundly handicapped. And on a hot day in June, he was running through the fountain in a swim suit. Miracles happen every day. You just have to look for them.
I’m more or less fascinated by the big jets on the outer perimeter (are those the bollards, or the wedding cake?). They’re pretty impressive when they come on and start building up pressure.
Unfortunately, I am an adult, with adult responsibilities. And I couldn’t just toss my shoes off and get soaked with the kids. But I wanted to. Oh, man, did I want to.
My daughter was there this afternoon, playing in the fountain! Her day camp this week took the kids to the Blues Festival, and combined it with a trip to the fountain (we were warned to have them prepared to get wet all week long, so she had the right shoes & a change of clothing.)
She had a blast - in fact, it’s how I’m talking her into going back to the Blues Festival tomorrow (”I can go back into the fountain, right?”)
Oh, and - she says the wedding cake is the middle part, not the outside.