Originally Posted by AntiHero
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.
I grew up in SoCal and moved to Oregon in 2001. I empathize with you because the weather out here will affect your mentation. Too bad you missed some nice riding weather; its been bone dry for the past two weeks.
Looking forward to the rest of your trip