Day 2

Last night the bartender at our hotel recommended Gravy, the best, most awesomeness breakfast restaurant in portland.  You can tell because if yelpers like it, it must be good.  That’s a cynical lot, if I ever saw one.

After that, I realized that I left my phone in the bed at the hotel room, and was a super-grump for the next hour and a half.  Not something I’m super proud of, but such is life.

We have a wedding cake, people.  A wedding cake.  The Cake.  So tasty.  It’s going to be beautiful.  Okay, so maybe every bride says that, and I’ve seen quite a few hideous cakes.  What our cake will be is super-extra-awesomeness. It’s going to be tasty.  It’s going to be fun.  It’s going to be… very good with the wine that it’s paired with.

So after recovering said phone,and driving East, out of portland, we  took the highway down through the Willamette Valley, stopping in at Elk Cove and its neighbor Patton Valley Vineyard.  Patton Valley, which had opened its tasting room just a few weeks before we arrived, sounded rather optimistic about letting us all come in and do a little “this is how wine is made” tour.  Their operation is pretty small (the whole winery produces less thank 3k cases a year) but i figured it was okay because … we’re small.  And you know… small things. they match.

Or whatever.

So after that, down to Eugene, where we stopped at two brewpubs:  Steelhead & Rogue.  Man, I love me some Rogue.

Drove a bit.  And four hours of winding, curving roads later, we find ourselves at a Travelodge surrounded by huge trees.  Should be a really fun day tomorrow.