Oregon: Something very, very strange in these old woods.

Note: Tour is not conducive to blogging. Let's just enjoy reliving things that happened two weeks ago, while in fact tour is over and I am in Chicago...

Not to get too Freudian, but over the years, I’ve had a number of reoccurring themes to my dreams. Extremely dense natural settings, especially forests, have been a prominent one for years. You can imagine, then, how excited I was to find that Oregon looks like this:

Only a quick ride outside of Portland, Multnomah falls can’t really be portrayed in photos. You need the full effect. The heaviness that permeates all the colors. The constant drone of water hitting water. I kept thinking what it would have been like to be there when, in stead of a highway, the river extended directly into the lake.

STOCK PHOTO BECAUSE HOW TO DO YOU TURN PHOTOS CLOCKWISE??

No matter how dopey-hippie it sounds, there is an intense majesty to nature in the Northwest.

Even in a BFE ("bumble fuck Egypt") town like La Grande, OR, the mountains led to a certain...pensiveness....wait, maybe that was Hipstamatic