I've always experienced hot, humid summers in the Midwest. Joel kept telling me how nice it was without humidity. Well, one point for Oregon, because it was glorious. Every morning we ate breakfast and drank our coffee out in the backyard. There was no sweating, no hair frizzing...just warm, pleasant weather. It was indeed very, very nice.
But, they weren't kidding when they called Portland the hipster capital of the world. While I embrace some of the hipster culture (al fresco dining, taking my pooches out and about, and local markets), I felt a bit out of place there. Like I wasn't cool enough to join the popular kids. I know how odd that sounds, but despite feeling like an outsider, for the most part the people of Portland were friendly enough and I had a great time. Well, enough of that, right? Picture time!
|The Grand Canyon! From the plane, of course.|
|Beautiful mountain. We don't have these in the midwest!|
|My sweet in-laws.|
|These were fandomly done in some fancy schmancy neighborhood.|
|Happy 4th form us!|
|Of course, Voo-doo Doughnuts!|
|Me and the hubster, happy to be home.|
|Beautiful city views.|
|The infamous Powell's bookstore.|
|On the plane, sad ot leave.|