The Portland Zig-Zag

After spending an evening in Portland, at a very posh hotel, visiting the coolest bookstore (Powell’s), eating some good food, and discussing life’s future plans with a friend, it was time to be getting back on the road.

Getting out of Portland involved zig-zagging south and north in an attempt to hit highway 26 east to Bend. The highway turned out to be one red light after the other, houses, chain stores, and absolutely nothing interesting worth seeing. As I was driving down the long stretch of proof that Americans are just a bunch of consumer who take up more space than they need, I noticed a turnoff for a scenic byway to Bend. I quickly turned and began to follow the road east. The roads weren’t that great in regards to pavement, but the traffic lights went away; there were plenty of trees to provide shade in the heat, there were a decent amount of twisty turns and not a lot of traffic to prevent me from enjoying them. Eventually I ended up I in a little town called Sandy, where I connected back up with highway 26 which turned into a better road, with less traffic lights, and more speed.

As I was driving I began to feel the hunger that goes along with a small breakfast and hours spend sitting on a motorcycle going nowhere. I stopped at this little restaurant and order the bacon cheese burger which came out like this.




It was huge, although I have to say, not that flavorful. I don’t think this came from a happy cow slaughter house. But for under 10 bucks, good fries, and exactly what you would expect out of a waitress working at a roadside restaurant out in the middle of nothing, it was totally worth it.

Getting back on the road, Eastern Oregon, of course, reminded me of Eastern Washington. Long stretches of road, everything is brown and dry. Instead of trees there is plenty of sagebrush as far as the horizon.