Don't really recall what happened next because I was pent up in holes for about a week and it all blended together. Rain rain rain rain. I had intended to stay in Portland for a couple additional weeks, but I had no idea it would rain for half those.
But it did eventually stop and I wandered around a lot on the Duc. Never really got into the swing of Portland, though. Maybe it was the stormy weather, maybe it was something I ate or the place(s) I stayed, or maybe it's just some dull depressive front on the inside. I should have been far more excited than I was. Instead I felt sort of like I was in a prison waiting to be released. This picture captures it perfectly and explains a lot of why I felt so caged.
This made me happy, though:
Peanut Butter, Black Cherry Jam, Roasted Jalapenos, Applewood Bacon. 'Kick me in the peanuts' delicious: