So today I woke up and decided I was going to eat a healthy breakfast.  By the time I rolled out of the hotel it was past noon so breakfast now meant lunch also.  I wanted to find a fresh fruit place so I reluctantly passed by all the fast food places (A&W was the toughest) and decided to wait until I saw a roadside sign pointing to fresh fruit.  I knew I had to get out of the Portland city limits if there was any hope of finding my healthy brunch so I patiently starved myself as I drove the Oregon Trail out of Portland.  At last I saw a sign proclaiming “fresh blueberries, u pick ‘em”, so I swerved off the road for my meal.  I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to pick my own berries for my food but I was happy to have the new experience.  I got a few pointers from the owner and disappeared into the wild to get some grub (well, it wasn’t exactly the wild since it was in the guy’s front yard).  I put the bucket around my neck and started picking.  It wasn’t very long until about every other one was ending up in my mouth instead of the bucket.  But after a while I got the hang of the picking and concentrated on that rather than the eating.  I ended up picking a pound and paying a measly 75 cents for it, although I told the guy to keep an extra quarter for the blueberries I ate along the way.  I quickly got back in the car and wolfed down the pound of blueberries.  Cut to two hours later and find me pulling off the road for an Indian Taco at Deschutes Cafe.  The Indian Taco (as in Native American, not someone from India) had all the taco ingredients placed atop Indian Fry Bread which was amazing.  I asked the girl behind the counter what the Indian Fry Bread was made of but she was unable to tell me.  It was kind of like fried dough but without the sugar and a little denser.  Whatever it was, it was great.  And it stuffed me.  Apparently a pound of blueberries is not very filling, or I’m just a complete glutton.  I think we all know which is the answer though.

    Anyway, I got back onto route 26, which is the historical path of the Oregon Trail that settlers took back in the day (26 will eventually meet up with rte 20 which comprises the remainder of the Oregon Trail all the way to NY), and continued east until John Day, OR where I sit now.  Its a very small town and I was able to hit two of the bars tonight. There’s not much going on on this Wednesday night but I was able to win a bunch of pool games and not have to pay for most of them (I think I only lost 1 game and the table was only 50 cents per game anyway; good combo!).  Not sure what’s on the agenda for tomorrow.  Either stick around here and take a day off from driving or continue east into Idaho.  We’ll see what tomorrow brings.