State Plates: 38/50
So it turns out California does have an end, you just have to take a week off work to find it. Along today’s drive we stopped at a few overlooks, a secluded cove and a spout called Thor’s Well. I prefer to call it Thor’s butthole, because I like the way Sarah crinkles her nose in distaste when I say it… just as you are now.
Oregon is windy as hell. Sarah says I look like a flying squirrel in my tourist trap jacket. I guess that’s the kind of fit you get when you buy clothes at the same places tiny collectible spoons are sold. I may look goofy but I’m comfortable. My dad’s legacy lives on.
Tomorrow, Portland!
