Scappoose to Portland

Overcast all day with a little rain when we got closer to the city. I don't mind a little sprinkles. Will take it over a hot sun. I will enjoy it while I can. It is hot over most of the nation. The first person who stopped was nice woman, we talked for awhile. She even gave me her number in case I needed a ride. As I was leaving she recited a list of friends and family with diabetes. I have met few who have no one in their life who does not suffer from it, heartbreaking. Along the river the shoulder was tight with a high retaining wall and a few feet to the white line. The dirt and grime built up on the soggy world. I passed the St. Johns bridge, the Golden gate-mini as I was told by a father who stopped so his tiny children could say hello, along industrial buildings and train tracks. A young man asked if he could make a portrait of me with his camera, that I was probably asked that all the time. Actually he was the first ... Everyone else takes a picture, I felt special, really I did. Like my father once said, "It's the presentation. When serving toast, make it pretty." I passed Linnton, the last row of business for miles. The world was already wet and dirty so I kept walking. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some people waving me over from a dead end side street across from the industrial side by the river. Before I could finish the meal they served from the family gathering we were swept back to Scappoose and parked on the street overnight. The rains moved in just after I got settled lasting all night. Not a hard rain but constant. Still amazed at the help I get, the perfect timing.
Now the mist has lightened so it is time to get my things together and find my way through downtown Portland.
Find a few minutes, walk.