It's Rose Festival time in Portland! It's a bit anti-climatic these days but I'm told, back in the day.... It was a big deal and many longtime residents over the age of 60 will be happy to regale you with stories of sailors running amok and strippers on boats welcoming the fleet.
Besides the carnival downtown and the 3 parades, the most noticeable thing about the Festival is the fleet of ships that come. Due to many factors (shrinking of the Navy, 9/11, etc) the size of the fleet and the size of the individual ships have shrunk over the years, however it still makes for an event when they begin arriving. It never fails, they arrive at evening rush hour during the week and leave at morning rush hour the following Monday. Not a big deal, unless your city is cut in half by a river and every bridge has to lift at the same time to let the ships through.
I was lucky enough to be stopped on the Broadway Bridge as some of the fleet was making it's way in on Wednesday.
There is no making it over the bridge now as the bridge breaks in half and lifts vertically into the air.