Boring, ol Reagan.

The middle of Oregon where the highway lies is similar to Indiana it seemed. Except for mountains in your view, the landscape was farmland and businesses.

This area is the "grass seed capitol of the world". Ha, they grow grass.

A lot of grass. Cows sometimes showed up, but mostly grassy patches.

I guess since sheep and cows eat grass it makes sense.

Loggers making their way towards Portland.

Another wine country. This time in central Oregon. Did not know they made wine pretty much everywhere.

Mount Hood snuck its way up. It looked huge and tiny at the same time. You could see it alone above everything else, but it made it look small. But it is a hundred miles away almost. It's a pretty tall volcano.

Instead of rushing through Portland I decided to investigate this volcano. The views from the roadside were glorious.

There is so much snow up there, and skiiers too. The trails through the national forest were few and far between for just hikers in the winter. If I had damn skiis it would be great.

Being near the tree line made it feel like I wasn't so high. This trip has been terrible on my ears, they are always popping.

Well if I had skiis I'd be yelling at my broken leg somewhere. The slopes were ripe for skiing.

I hate not getting out of the car to view areas. So the first vista I could pull over on I did. Most of the pullouts were snowed over.

This rocky creekbed was a wonder. The light was so blue.

i was unsure of what was rock or water, but I managed. The flow was great, iced over and then beaten back through with water.

The blue light was over everything including me and trees.

Look at these tiny cones. They were on a deciduous tree but looked like really tiny pine cones.

Swingin back around to Portland I caught many glimpses of Mt. St. Helens. From behind it doesn't have the familiar blown out side.

It's so great being able to see both humongous volcanoes in the same area.

The river between Washington and Oregon was great. It is so wide and the sunset beamed off the walls of the river quite nicely. This island in the middle has a home on it. It'd be a pain to deal with but wouldn't it be nice.

The river winded around and caught the sun making the mountains purple. This purple was great. It's sad how purple gets the shaft when it comes to how much there is to see in both nature and the human world. Crayons don't even represent it well.

Back to Portland. I went downtown and I am wondering what makes Portland so wierd. ya they have trollies and stuff, but so do a lot of the western cities. And they prided themselves on not wanting the interstate, but I got around fine on just that. Tomorrow I'll check out the museums and hopefully meet an acquaintance. So far meeting up with people without a cellphone is quite difficult.