Land of hippie bicyclists... Reporting from the beautiful Rose Test Garden, where there was a sweetness to the air. The sun was out too - I could see Mt Hood in the distance.
Portlanders were incredibly - almost disconcertingly - friendly to a girl traveling by herself.
They struck up a conversation at Voodoo Donut.
(His belly was full of red jelly.)
They came up to me at Powell's Books, then at a traffic light, on their way to a Halloween party.
I couldn't quite tell if Kevin was peering at me, or the menu in the window in front of me, at Jake's. So I motioned for him to enter.
We shared a plate of Dungeness crab cakes - they're sweeter than Maryland's - washed down with a local craft brewed Hefeweizen.
Outstanding.