Idaho and the road to Portland.

Making my way through Montana (which has some surprisingly cool towns - Bozeman and Missoula in particular have very vibrants downtown strips), I did meet some very interesting characters. 

The line between "long-term traveler" and "homeless person" is very, very blurry at times. I met a spirited man traveling from North-Carolina to Alaska by RV, but was living in Lolo, MT working at a Walmart to earn some spending money. I enjoyed a lukewarm beer with him. Another man taught me all about fly-fishing. He was surprised that I had no idea what it was and took the opportunity to teach me.

The Lolo pass, a 150 mile winding road, took me to Idaho. Once in Idaho I found myself between vast and endless wheat fields. Truly impressive. In Nezperce, a small farmer's town I became the talk of the town by being well-mannered. Apparently letting people finish and not walking off as they talk qualifies as being extraordinariy well-mannered.

At night I had a hard time finding a camp ground. I pulled up to a fellow rider's house to inquire. To my surprise, he offered me a tent site in his front yard!

Triumph in a Harley spot. The owner let it slide, but only if I cleaned my bike like him.

We spent the afternoon cleaning our bikes and went out to the bars later that night. He told me about the best way to get to Portland - highway 14. After stopping for laundry and lunch in Pasco, WA, I hit the 'Lewis and Clark' trail as it's called.

Delicious truck tacos.

Highway 14 started in desert (as most of eastern WA and OR), and gradually changed to the beautiful Pacific Northwestern mountainscapes.

Columbia River gorge and Mt. Hood

Along the way I met a holistic healer who has been traveling by van for the last four months, an older California biker couple coming back from a trip to BC and plenty of cyclists. I knew I was headed towards Portland al right.