It was quite a trip: Flew from Oakland to Reno to Portland late on Thursday night, hung out with Comfrey and Micah for the evening, sleep, woke up, hung out in Portland for the afternoon on bike, and then drove back down to SF with Micah and h0mee without stopping (except for some dawn breakfast). We primarily battled rain and then exhaustion and then by the time we got to SF, I felt utter pain and sickness from drinking two cups of coffee right before leaving and staying up viritually all night. It felt like my soul was in the process of dying and/or escaping my body. The worst part was that I felt like I woul never feel normal again. But sleep is an amazing thing: 24 hours later and I am nearly back to normal.

The reason for such a short and hasty trip was to see Portland before leaving the west coast, visiting Comfrey, and helping Micah drive down (although sadly, none of us helped drive). From what I saw, Portland was a very cool city–> very bike friendly, eco-oriented, and compact. It kinda reminded me of a west coast Madison, WI which also has a lot of bike lanes, food coops, and greenery (except for the winter).

One thing for sure, I am not going to stay up all night long riding in a car for a long long while, not if I want to keep my soul in tact.