So, when last we met, I was staying the night at Motel 6.
I got up the next morning, not too early but not too late, either, and was on the road about 8:30.
This is what Oregon looks like in the daylight hours.
I doubt you can make it out, but the sign on the left says says “Oakland 1 Mile”. You go so far, and yet, you barely get anywhere. Story of my life.
So, have you guessed where I’ve gone on my little road trip yet? Here’s a hint:
Do you got it? Well, if you’ve never been here, you might not, but bridges like these are a very common site in Washington state.
Isn’t it pretty?
The hat was still doing what it does.
A little product placement never hurt anyone, right?
It seemed like it took longer than it should, but soon I was passing through the Emerald City.
Not long afterwards, I was ringing the doorbell at my parents’ place, and my dad was pouring me a Guinness. Several Guinnesses later, here I still am.
More on my goings on later . . .