Dodging crazed cyclists (boy, have we seen a lot of those) and bighorn sheep (ditto!) , we pushed off at first light from East Glacier and climbed the Going-to-the-Sun road, over Logan's Pass towards the west side of the park. We rolled through the remainder of Montana, northern Idaho, eastern Washington and over the Columbia River into our brand new home state.
This last leg of our trip was not without its own excitement. Our route followed the final portion of the original Oregon Trail through the Columbia River Gorge, which was thickly dotted with kite- and windsurfers. Rather thrillingly, our view of Mount Hood was intermittently obscured by the thick smoke of a huge wildfire that was burning near the town of Mosier. Undaunted by these inevitable hazards of western life, we glided into Portland by sunset, in plenty of time for a large salad of mixed greens and several pints of local beers at one of the many bars and clubs frequented by our tattooed, bearded, and bespectacled neighbors (and that's just the ladies).