Starbuck to Portland

Three miles from the town of Starbuck, I had to check it out. Sadly the dinner that I was told by lady at the campground office would be there was closed. I was looking forward to having some breakfast and a cup of coffee in Starbuck. Get it! It would have been funny.
The trip from Lewiston yesterday until I hit the Columbia River was fairly flat and boring. Long rolling hills for the most part. The last leg of my journey takes me through the Columbia River Gorge. It’s huge if you’ve never seen it for yourself. I got onto I-84 (a real interstate!) and followed it all the way into Portland.
I passed what looked like a large-scale tree farm just after I reached I-84. They were big trees, large sycamores or some other pine reaching 40 to 60 feet easily. I don’t know if it was the way all the trees were the exact same size and color or the way they were all planted in straight symmetrical rows in every section but the whole thing creped me out. This went on for miles and I just thought I’d mention it because it was so weird.
Eventually I got to Portland and then my right leg started to cramp up as I was driving through traffic. I was not sure if it was the stress of driving a long distance or driving in big city traffic that caused it to start hurting but I couldn’t shake the pain until I got to my aunt house.