Powering through Oregon.

We were still on highway mode. We pulled another 300+ mile day and drove through Oregon into Washington State. We rode and rode and it was like traveling back in time. It
was so dry and desolate. It's as if Oregon meant to give you a taste of how rough the Oregon trail was for the early settlers.

We tried a few highway exits to rest and there was nothing. The gas station we found looked like it was from the 40 or 50s. We finally saw a rest stop and it was like an oasis. The lawn was
freshly mowed and there was plentiful shade. It deserved to be titled "the very best patch of grass of the entire trip". We then crossed the blue mountains and were greeted by green fertile valleys and winds that made our bikes rock. We arrived to Kennewick on the edge of Wine Country, Washington.