Hurts So Good

My final day in Portland has been quinessential so far: I went to yoga, ate kale salad, got a tattoo, and then had cocktails. All before dinner. God damn, summer is a fun time.

The great part about staying with friends is getting to do how the locals do:
*Iowa City-watching a lightning storm approach while sitting in a kiddie pool at 10pm
*Badlands-Pulling into the visitor area and having a park ranger walk by and say "Massachusetts!"
*Bozeman, MT-playing bacci ball and drinking PBR in a park next to picnicing familiies, practicing belly dancers and sword wielding college students sparing down the hill
*Sprague, WA-striking up a convo with a trucker couple while eating breakfast in a diner called "the Viking". The lady trucker became enraged after reading that the state of CA had banned all trans-fats from restaurants. Turns out she had lived in the TL in the 1980s.