The drive from Seattle down to Portland was not bad at all. It was midweek on a Wednesday so I guess people were taking their time getting out of bed. Or it maybe just me leaving bed too early.
Anyways, arrived in Portland at exactly 5 minutes past eleven and found myself being one of the very first few that showed up on time. Never learned my lesson. I knew we go Micronesian time, and yet, I was rushed to be there by 11 as scheduled.
But then, I found time to do other things like going to get a haircut and looking for bettelnut and leaves.