Entering Oregon . . . again

Um, I’m embarrassed to say it -- we went off route again . . . but we had to! Had. To. I promise. See, we were supposed to cross over into Oregon on a ferry, but the ferry we needed doesn’t run after Labor Day, so we had to improvise.

The improvisation included crossing the Washington/Oregon border right smack dab in the middle of a very long, very busy bridge. It also included a couple of hellacious climbs and rough roads. But we did it! And the success of the ride made me feel like a map genius -- as in, I’ll probably (err, definitely) make Melissa go off route again.

Brooke