We woke up in Hood River, OR--the windsurfing capital of North America. Might seem obvious, but it was very windy. We had a hard time going any faster than 6mph for the first couple of hours. After awhile, the wind died down a bit and we made one big push into Portland. It was exciting for me to recognize street names and see the light rail line that I used to know so well. It was fun to see bike lanes again, and know that I would soon be able to take a shower.
We stopped by a park by the Wilamette River and basked in the glory of finally arriving at our destination. We rode our bikes to my friend Alli's house, where four other college-aged housemates arrived home from work one by one. We hung out, we feasted, and we enjoyed being off of our bikes for a short while.
