Driving through Trees

After a night in Fort Bragg, a town full of ex-military men and the dirtiest hippies I have ever seen we headed to Portland via the PCH. We stepped out at 6am eager to make good time to be in Portland by dinner. Driving Highway 1 really tested my already poor driving skills. This trip has opened my eyes to who I am and enjoy being in life: A PASSENGER. 

A few hours into the day, the thick morning fog cleared, just in time for us to visit the Chandelier Tree (yes, we enjoyed some super touristy sites) in Leggett, California. This 315ft tall coast redwood tree, has a 6' wide x 6'9" high hole cut through it's base allowing you to drive, skip or cartwheel through it. Though my driving skills were tested again, I highly enjoyed this experience.

We arrived in Portland at 8pm, and were greeted by our host Gavin, who not only offered us his room, but  also took us to one of the best micro breweries (Deschutes Brewery), and 80s dance clubs I have ever been to. After a night of dancing (on a bum ankle) and drinking, we were comfortably tucked into Gavin's bed and ready for another day of more high energy activities: eating, drinking, and driving (not necessarily in that order).

We woke up early on Saturday, determined to try Tin Shed cafe for breakfast; a recommendation from our fellow foodies Ethan and Roxanne. After a hearty breakfast of poached eggs, biscuits, rosemary-mushroom gravy, and coconut milk jasmine rice porridge (my favorite) Justin and I were once again on the road, headed for what I had promised him to be a sunny summer Vancouver. A city completely different from what he had experienced the previous winter...



The morning fog.




Protege 5 going through the Chandelier Tree.



Vitamin B at Deschutes Brewery, Portland, Oregon.



Devoted Dragon boaters.




Girls just wanna have fun at Portland's Crystal Ballroom.



Blurry dancing monsters.

Tin Shed cafe, a love of hippies and hipsters alike.



If only all traffic was accompanied by airshows.