Miles: 74.54
Total Elevation Gain (ft): 1137
Weather: Clear, Sunny, Temperate
Hillbilly Insults: 0
Roadkill: 0

A flat ride with a tailwind today. Propelled past Portland to the Gateway of the Gorge. Tomorrow expects to be rough with climbs to Multnomah and Bridal Veil Waterfalls.

It was all business today, as Katy and brood got an early start back home to Bend. It was nice to have a second round of goodbyes. The shoulder on the historic Columbia Highway 30 to Portland was far better than the thin strip offered up yesterday.

Once I crossed the St. John's Bridge, I opted to keep going. Otherwise, I'd be distracted by the great cafes, hipster joints and mustachioed men and women of Portland. What followed was a Byzantine route to Marine Drive which runs right next to the PDX landing strip. It's quite a site with the natural beauty of the Columbia River to the left and the roar of jets making final descents on the right going East to Troutdale.

2% of the way to the finish! My Sisyphean journey gets underway after my slumber tonight.

What awaits a weary traveler in remote places in need of modern plumbing?

The wretched fifth of others, spawned of the Devil's anus. The picture above comes courtesy of the Ranier, OR harbor. I'm only on the second day of my journey, but I'm thinking about abandoning the use of public toilets in rest areas. It's as if the average Joe finds these places and takes license to reenact the infamous Irish prison "Brown Protests."

What I've witnessed is beyond contempt. Rural Philistines have found a way to smear their peristalsic innards on the walls. The walls! This gives new meaning to the "Columbia River Gorge."

Many of you might want to see beautiful pictures of panoramic sunsets--and they're coming--but I want to share my lesser experienced with those that have, or want, to try such an endeavor.
If I find a greater biohazard, I'll post it.

Finally, for those that know me from my "racing days" on the lowly second tier Missouri MTB circuit in the 90's, this is quite a fitting entry for my "Brown Hornet" moniker.

Moving on.