Portland

109 miles, mostly flat, and the great gift of a tailwind the last 30 miles or so. Plus being greeted by daughter Clare at the end of a long day.
Other highlights included a terrific diner for my 2nd breakfast, in the tiny town of Vader after 30 miles. The Little Crane Cafe was a lot of fun, featuring the cook singing along to 80's MTV hits.

Their motto? Thou shalt not whine.
Almost immediately after leaving I met a young Russian woman, Maria from St. Petersburg, who's been biking since March, Florida to California and then north.

Not so much fun was the sheer variety of roadkill today: deer, possum, raccoon, skunk. And this mummified cat someone propped up in a stormdrain. Bizarre.