Road Trip, Part 2, Day 16 Saturday - Portland

The last day in pictures...

The line for Voodoo Donuts - are these people nuts?

Voodoo Donuts - "The Magic is in the Hole"

Portland's version of Chinatown

Penzey's Spices!

Portland Aerial Tram

"Bubblers" at hospital

Funky art in park

Seal water feature

Dave with the beavers

Street car

We went to Voodoo Donuts 2 - barely a line

RIP

Dave's Voodoo donut

Good things come in pink boxes...

THE END...

Road Trip, Part 2, Day 15, Friday - Mount St. Helens

Ah, to sleep in! I will have to admit - 17 days is a tad too long for this girl. I was starting to poop out. Luckily, we had not committed ourselves to much of anything in Oregon. We lazed around a bit - nearly missing breakfast! Had a fast internet connection at long last so was able to post some things in the a.m. Then, we headed North to Mount St. Helens. Yes, indeedy, folks - there was still snow! And I wasn’t wearing any socks. But at least I wasn’t in flip-flops. The visibility could have been a tad bit better, but it was still amazing. As was our usual, we stopped very late in the day for ‘lunch’ at a place called Patty’s where hummingbirds flitted about the feeder hung on the deck. We drove back into Portland and I found the Green Dragon-home of Rogue beer tho they had about 50 taps of all different kinds. We also made a brief pitstop at Kir, because it was written up somewhere tho I don’t know why. It was tiny and crowded but fortunately connected to another Brew Pub! I even talked Dave into splitting a sampler - I thought there were 6 since there were 6 spots on the sample paddle, but there were actually TEN. All yummy except for the hot pepper beer...  that will always be one I leave behind (or make Charles drink!)

Road Trip, Part 2, Day 14, Thursday - Arcata, CA to Portland, OR

Continuing on without a plan, we drove the coast of Oregon up to Portland. Not too much to say about the day. Up and down, back and forth, winding, winding, winding. Truth be told, I was sorta on the look-out for some retirement ideas but came up empty. The places I thought were lovely, were a little too remote - where would I get groceries, how long would it take and what would I do with the rest of my time? I’ve already decided I’m no good at arts or crafts or gardening or the like. The places that were more convenient, just weren’t as beautiful as I imagined. So, we pulled into Portland near bedtime to a clean and non-pot-smelling room!

Jawbone of a whale