Portland: Part 2

The second half of our visit to Portland brought more rain. But that's okay because it also brought donuts, and flowers, and friends.

We woke up early (kind of) to cross one of Portland's many bridges on our way to Voodoo Doughnut.

This was Joe's view the entire time, as he does not like walking across bridges.

This was mine:

We waited in line for 20 minutes for doughnuts, and they were worth it. Cedric loved Voodoo Doughnut's sparkly brick wall.

Nice sign!

The beautiful doughnut carousel! How do you pick?

We both got a Portland Creme (chocolate covered doughnut filled with Bavarian creme). And here's my Old Dirty Bastard (a raised doughnut with chocolate frosting, crushed Oreos, and peanut butter!):

We stopped at a coffee shop down the street for something to wash down our doughnuts. While Joe waited at a table outside, I ordered two regular coffees and watched a young gentleman grind the beans, boil the water on a shiny hot place, pour the water over the filters of two single-drip coffee-makers, add the grounds, cover each in hot water, warm the to-go cups, and then fill them. Meanwhile, I could see Joe outside with our doughnuts peering into the window to see what was taking so long.  


Later we worked off our breakfast by getting lost on foot (misdirection was a big part of our Portland experience). Eventually we found our way, met our friends, drank some local beer, and wandered back to our hotel. Here's some barbed wire that we saw on our way home:

Here's Joe deciding where we should eat dinner. We decided to be lazy and eat at the restaurant in our hotel.

Day three = more rain. Here's Joe drying his hair at breakfast.

Cedric said he was feeling a little damp too.

For our last few hours in town, we walked around the Portland Saturday Market and, of course, ate more food.

This little girl had dropped her cute umbrella in the fountain and spent quite a while trying to retrieve it.

Here are some other things we saw:

We ate lunch at a cute place called The Morning Star Cafe:

 And then, twenty minutes before we headed home, the sun came out!

Goodbye, Portland!  Hello, pretty drive home!

Who's Lyle?

Watch out cows!

A tree farm!

When passing at high speeds, don't look into the rows for too long.

Almost home, but we didn't beat the sunset.

It was so nice to get out of town for a bit. And to see some new things!