Woman who can expense her cab fare on the UO's dime asks her interviewer: "So, any nearby places to hike you would recommend?"
"Why, yes, everyone loves Spencer Butte!"
Woman hears similar refrains from her waiter at dinner (expensed), from the desk clerk at her hotel (expensed), even from the homeless dude hanging out on the nearby bike trail (gratis, unless she's a sucker).
Spencer Butte. You must, you must, you most certainly must!
All right then . . . follow the conga line up on a Saturday morning (what, no handrails on the basalt steps?!?) . . . marvel at the pretty view . . . trudge back down . . . mutter obscenities about this backwater with no Uber or Lyft while waiting for her cab . . . finally head for Saturday Market's "only in Eugene," unique, one-of-a-kind experience.
What a compelling anecdote in support of the city of Eugene flying its latest cardboard sign.