I arrived in Portland last night after a long drive from Logan, Utah, where I spent the night at good friend David's house. Logan is less than half way, but it's a good stopping point and a nice excuse to see David. And a free place to stay. :-) David will be gone when Christopher and I head back in two weeks, so he gave me a key to his house. What a great guy.
I made good time the first day. Woke up at 4:00 that morning and couldn't go back to sleep (what else is new?), so I ended up just packing up the car and getting on the road early. Think I left about 6:00. So I got to David's in the early afternoon. We sat around chatting and drinking beer, went to the grocery and liquor stores (David's truck is in California, so we took advantage of my having a car to get some stuff), went to dinner, and then watched a couple of movies. It was a nice day.
I left Sunday morning about 8:30 Mountain and arrived in Portland about 5:30 Pacific. The only times I stopped were for gas and one pit stop. That's a lot of driving. I was very good, too; used the cruise control so I wouldn't speed. I got a big speeding ticket last time I drove to Portland. They get you right when you cross over the Idaho/Oregon border and the speed limit drops 10mph. Why does Oregon have to have 65mph speed limits? On sections of I-84 it makes sense (where there are mountain twisties), but in other spots you could easily drive 95mph and have no problem. But at least the traffic was moving fast. I stayed at the back or middle of packs, where I wouldn't attract attention to myself, and went the speed they were going. Most of the way through I-84 that was about 75mph, thank goodness. Even through the Columbia Gorge traffic was moving pretty fast.
A lot of the scenery between Fort Collins and Portland is pretty unattractive, but it's all worthwhile when you enter the Columbia Gorge. I had a huge smile on my face from that point of the drive on. I've been on the Columbia River many times (well, not on it, but on its banks), and I never get over my amazement at its beauty and the sheer magnitude of what nature is capable of. And then there's that moment when you come around a curve and there's Mt. Hood in all its glory directly in front of you. It doesn't last long because the sides of the gorge soon block your view, but for those few moments, when it's clear and you can actually see the mountain, it's spectacular.
Anyway, I'm happy to be here. I miss Christopher a lot, and it's nice to be able to spend time with him. I feel guilty because he gives me his bedroom and sleeps on his really uncomfortable futon couch. But I'll treat him good when I get him back home. He'll have a nice bed there. Several to choose from, actually. :-)
I brought some green chile for him. I'll make one nice Mexican dinner this week, and the rest he can keep in the freezer for later. This fall we have to buy chile (we didn't last year because we still had a lot left over). But we're down to just a few containers now. Looks like we'll have to spend a couple of days peeling chile next month. I can think of worse things to do.
I'll try to post some pictures while I'm here. I have to get some of Christopher's cat, Issues, who definitely lives up to her name. She attacked me twice yesterday. :-) Of course, I was a stranger in her house and Christopher wasn't home, so maybe she was doing what she was supposed to.