And then I was in Portland. And then I left. I took the long way home, heading more directly east than north, finding winding roads and distractions not related to an Interstate Highway. I flexed the muscles of my SVT Cobra Mustang, getting a better understanding of what it could do on a country road. I eventually ended up on a bazillion lanes of highway towards the end of the trip, mostly stuck in traffic despite the extra real estate afforded to automobiles, but before getting stuck there I got three photos. I think that might be a record for a day. And I'm understanding more a camera like this one. And I should pull over more often.
