Starting at about 8am, the road north passes through extensive agricultural lands, a tribute to the industry of hard working Americans who transformed the landscape from barren grasslands to the breadbasket it is today. Consider: from the time the glaciers melted, to maybe 170 years ago, nothing really changed over thousands of years. Then, kaboom, everything changed in a flash.
At the head of the Sacramento Valley, the land starts to roll into the mountains, and you reach Red Bluff, which is Brigid Country!
Oregon is significantly greener than California, and offers a very pleasant landscape to drive through.
The Wing Commander, with his spiff military haircut, handles the driving duties.
Finally, 9 hours later, we crossed the mighty Willamette in Portland
Wanna joint? Portlanders will oblige.
Classic Portland coffee shop
Perfect cappuccino, artfully presented. Needed the caffeine hit for the long road back.
Of course, being Portland, there must be the obligatory virtue signaling. But, no smoking within ten feet! These signs are all the style there. Later, I had to scrape the gobs of self righteous virtue off of me with a trowel. I was a virtue victim.
No smoking? Well how about a trip to Rich's Cigar, on Alder Street, downtown? Let's bathe ourselves thoroughly in some politically incorrect smoke, shall we?
Spent twenty minutes enjoying talking to the salesmen, ogling the leaf, and found a tin of Vintage Syrian to buy that is getting pretty rare to virtually unobtainable nowadays.
However, the Portland traffic control managed to find a way to ticket my parked truck, in spite of the fact that I bought a parking sticker and put it on my window. Oops, they wanted it on the curb window, not the street side, so they tagged me for a full 44 dollar ticket, even though the officer saw the sticker I stuck on the other window. Well, Portland, let's see now whether you can make me pay, you jerks.
The obligatory Mount Shasta photo, on the way down I-5 to home. This is a file image, because forest fires were blowing so much smoke that you could barely see the huge, slumbering volcano.
The Dodge truck ran like a champ, even though it's got more than a quarter million miles on it now.
Now all the kids in school are at school or working, and I'm back to a more normal, non summer routine. In addition to work, I'll focus now on the garden, the yard and a more strenuous workout schedule.