I've been dying to go back to the northwest from the second I stepped foot outta thur. So for like, 8 months. A few weeks ago, it finally happened and it was pretty fantastic. I got so excited when were driving along the Columbia River Gorge, even though it was 2 in the morn and dark as dark. But man, you could still see that tree line against the night sky from the pine trees and I love that. A lot.
Brian, Jake, Lizzie, and I left for the long stretch of
driving Friday evening. We stopped at Jake's mom's house for some dinny
din din and drove all night like a boss, except there were four bosses. We arrived in Vancouver at
roughly 4:00 am. We dropped in at Betty's house and took a few hours to
snooze. After catching those zzz's I hopped in the shower and it was ice
cold. The heat was off and gosh dern it, I couldn't remember how to
turn it on! But no matter, we all showered in it anyways (not together). We went to Killer Burger with Gordon and Betty, themselves!
and got peanut butter burgers. Everyone was skeptical but after trying
them they were totally into them.
We drove on over a bunch of bridges to
the Saturday Market in Portland. We feasted our eyes on the strangest
people; a knife thrower, a hipster, two men doing some weird martial
arts, bums... 
We found the Cullen's house and some old guy was sitting on a chair reading by one of the massive windows. He probably hated us. Daggum nosy kids! 
We went to a park and walked up this trail amongst the trees for a few miles, which was rather scenic. And then all we wanted to do was eat and sleep. So, we did, okay?
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