I took the train back to Portland for another nasal balloon clearing. I also missed the final call for boarding. An English man rushed up to the counter at the same time. The woman asked if we were together and the man said, “not yet.”
I visited the Grotto, and was enjoying Portland, until my car window was smashed in. I was warned about the rampant break-in’s from all of the homeless people. I just didn’t think it would happen to me.
You might think the city is named Portland because of the port activity, but it’s actually because the two founders had an intense coin toss to determine who could name the city. I learned all about the history of Portland on a bike tour.
I met with a friend who I had met while hiking the John Muir Trail two years earlier. He took me to the rose garden, which was beautiful. Then I went to a clinic to get a nasal balloon clearing.
I checked into a hostel in Portland and walked around. I ate some Voodoo donuts and went to see a movie. The night scene in Portland was hipster.