Woke up laughing at my incredibly witty jokes. I don't remember too many of them, but one that Cora really rolled her eyes at was my concept for artisanal kitchen sinks that use pork belly for the drain plug. Isn't that genius?

We bid goodbye to our hosts and made our way to the coffee shop. After that it was the long journey back to Portland.

At the border we were "randomly selected" for a car search. Fortunately they didn't detect that our tires were made of angel dust. Whew.

Stopped in Bellingham, WA for breakfast. Downtown Bellingham has really gone through a revival. I went and got on the waiting list for breakfast (at 1pm, how Portland). It took Cora about 20 minutes to find a place to park...which is how long it took to wait for breakfast.

After breakfast we walked to 115 East Magnolia Avenue where the record store I used to work is at. It is called Everyday Music now, but was Cellophane Square back in the day. I can't even think of the last time I ever stood in front of the store...it might have been 1995.

We drove past a couple houses I lived in and then went and got gas. As we got on the freeway the rain really started to come down super hard. It must have been completely terrible up there on the PCT.

It was a long drive to Portland, super hard rain in several parts. We finally got to Portland around 8:00pm. Ms. Freddie was at my friend Kyle and Lela's house. She was happy to see us. Drove home and there was the house.

Some trees are bigger now, a few things different, but I was finally home.

I'm writing this entry after the fact. I couldn't quite figure out how to end the blog but the problem worked itself out the next day...so you must read on.