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Ore. City home of world's steepest street, sort of
If a resident was willing to saddle up or hitch up the buggy, she or he could ride to town via Singer Hill, to the north. But, that wasn’t always convenient, and it was frustrating to have to schedule an hour or two and visit a livery stable just to get to a store a few blocks away. By 1912, the city residents decided they had to do something about it, to bring the two halves of the city together. It wasn’t just the convenience of the residents at the top, who wanted to get to town to shop; the city had outgrown that shelf of land and was starting to develop and spread out on the top. The two halves of Oregon City would have to be brought together somehow. So the city presented the townsfolk with a ballot measure to build an elevator at the bluff. The measure was shot down at first. But on their next try, it was approved, and the voters green-lit $12,000 in bonds to get the project done. This was a time of heavy competitive growth among Oregon cities, and as the “O.G.” of the lower Willamette, Oregon City was feeling a little hard pressed by upstarts like Gladstone and Milwaukie, not to mention Portland. There was a sense that the geography was holding Oregon City back, and they’d have to do something to stitch their divided town together. By the early 1910s, almost everyone agreed an elevator was needed; but almost everyone also felt that it should not be near their house. That was especially true of the wealthy and prominent families with homes at the top of the bluff, high enough above the railroad tracks to not be noisy and blessed with glorious vistas out over the valley and falls. These folks were especially adamant: “You’re not ruining MY view with that horrid thing!” Negotiations went nowhere, so finally the city had to pick a spot, at the end of Seventh Street, and start condemnation proceedings. The unlucky homeowner fought like a tiger, and the case went all the way up to the Supreme Court before being decided in the city’s favor. It seems to have left a bad taste in the homeowner’s mouth, though, because for the rest of her life she refused to ever ride in the elevator. That may have been for reasons other than petulance, though. By all accounts, riding the first Oregon City municipal elevator was a low-key terrifying experience. It consisted of a great free-standing tower of wood and steel that looked a bit like a slender grain elevator or maybe a wide church steeple, towering over the railroad tracks on the opposite side from the cliff face. Riders would get in the elevator and it would slowly start crawling upward. It was powered by water pressure, so it was excruciatingly slow — the climb of 100 feet or so took three to five minutes, so less than half the speed of a person climbing a ladder. Every now and then it would glitch out and stop; when that happened, riders would have to open a trap door in the floor and climb down to the ground along a narrow emergency ladder. If you did make it to the top of the old elevator, your adventure wasn’t over yet. There was a 35-foot catwalk stretching from the tower to the cliff face, over the railroad tracks. One imagines passengers trying not to look down, gripping the catwalk railing and mincing carefully along as smoke from a passing locomotive engine billows up around them ….
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