well, here I am, writing my first post. I'll make it short because I'm writing on Brent's computer, which is covered with his ear/nose/throat infection germs, which he caught from eight year olds that he was staying with.
after about exactly three minutes of some pretty intense panic--something between despair and disbelief, much like you would feel had you gone to the wrong airport--when I saw that frontier airlines' baggage policy said my bike box would be too big. turns out it wasn't.
so I flew on a couple flights and got to portland. and then me and brent spent about thirty six and a half hours putting the thing together. Brent will put a picture on his
blog of me riding my bike in the airport. then we rode a train into portland--it's kind of like san francisco combined with denver. lots of scrub, absolutely beautiful mountains in the distance, lots of fancy houses on hills, dramatic temperature swings from morning to night.
highlights so far? we had food and a lot of beer at rogue brewery--I had a delicious reuben. its meat was stewed in one of their beers. they had complimentary hair gel, air deodorizer, spray deodorant, and hand lotion in the bathroom. the old, old man who sleeps across from my bunk in the hostel here snores like a whole farmyard of animals. sometimes it sounds like a pig waking up from death. sometimes it sounds like the wind in the willows. sometimes he even sounds like a human. but it never repeats itself. and, strangely, the man below me (who I dropped my pillow case on around midnight) seems to snore in the gaps between the other man's. like they're riffing off each other.
anyway. I'll get to posting pictures here--more updates when Brent is healthy and I lysol his keyboard and trackpad and we have a bit more time (his computer is officially broken, but works occasionally).
oh yeah! the plan is to ride up to astoria (along the columbia river), northwest. we'll reach the coast and be in san francisco in around three weeks (that's "easy" riding, or forty miles a day). am excited to get going.
3 comments:
surprises that weren't so surprising: your bad luck at the airport, your meal of a reuben with lots of beer.
glad you made it okay...
Hahahahaha! At least the snoring guys didn't chook in the pooner at quarter past 3 in the morning and flush loudly.
And what about the strange public sex acts? Why didn't you write about that? C'mon! This is the internet! Get lewd!
Also, Adam is pretty sure that the reuben is nowhere near as good as the ones at Arbys. Arbys puts a sauce on them thats just great, and the curly fries and XXL Root Beer go great with Bartons.
oh! next time your sleeping neighbors snore a beautiful song, just break out that harmonica and join in. who knows what could happen?
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