As we continue through Oregon, we come upon Portland. This trip has never been about big cities, but Portland looks inviting in a familiar Chicago-like way and I immediately remember that the guy at The Edge Art Gallery where we did the glass blowing told us not to miss Voodoo Doughnut in Portland. With a name like that and the promise of a first rate donut, I knew it was something that needed to be seen. I begged Mike to get off at the next exit and started dialing it up on the GPS. Now is as good a time as any to point out that we have not needed the GPS at all in the last 3 1/2 months. This is 100% due to Mike's uncanny sense of direction combined with his love of maps and his ability to read them with eyes closed and often while driving. I have even honed my map skills, mainly because when I see him reading the map while driving I am forced to rip it away and try to read it myself.

Anyway, Mike obliged because I was mad at the time and promised I would not be mad anymore if he would just let me get those donuts. Voodoo Doughnut did not disappoint.