March for Our Lives

The marshalling point for the march was the south end of the North Park Blocks, at 10am.  I rounded the corner off of Hoyt at 9:55, and found that the whole stretch of the park, from Burnside to Glissan, was already filled with people.  I wandered up along the sidewalk, looking for a vantage point, when I ran into Glenn and his wife.  And they hooked up with a friend a bit later.

We made it up nearly to Couch, joining other people in taking over the street.  This wasn't close enough to hear the speechifying that was going on at Burnside, but we could join in on the applause after each speech.  Then we started, shuffling along in the crowd, filling Burnside and then wheeling onto Broadway, and inching our way up to Pioneer Courthouse Square.




There was not the faintest possibility that even a fraction of this crowd could fit within the square.  Especially since the MAXes were still running, with the help of dozens of Trimet employees in safety vests, who cleared the crowds off of the tracks whenever a train wanted through.  Glenn and his wife headed east, to find a train home, and I circled around Nordstrom, looking for a place out of the rain to do one last sketch of the crowd.