My friend, the plan: We are planning to follow the blue line and potentially stop at the golden stars. No rush, no hurry, only retirement.
After lunch in an Irish Pub, we ended up in a place called Brookhollow, 39 miles north of Portland. Neat place, heavily recommended by Dave, whom I - reluctantly - believed that it is a good place to stay. Well, there hasn't been a big choice available; nothing else was close by and we had it with driving today.
Oh, I almost forgot, it's still raining. And raining.
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