Day 2: If we make it through the Gorge...everything is going to be okay... aka (192-533 miles (341 miles for the day)) Saturday morning, dawned bright and early. We were up and ready to make tracks. The first order of business was breakfast, and Denny’s delivered. Breakfast taken care of and the bike loaded, we were ready for priority number two for the day. Second skin patches for my heels. We weren’t sure if it was the heat coming off of the exhaust, my boots, or what, but I couldn’t survive many more miles without blisters developing on my poor feet. Ouch. The local Safeway provided some blister protection bandages, and I sat in the parking lot taping up my feet. Badboy had a laugh. Feet wrapped, we were on the road. The weather report called for 30mph wind through the Columbia river gorge, and it delivered. Between being on I-84 and the wind, I have no pictures from that stretch of the day. My only goal in life was to be Badboy’s backpack and behave myself. We did a slight detour in The Dalles to stop at Fun Country Powersports. With my heels still sore from the day before, and the bandages only a temporary solution, finding new boots for me had become a priority. Fun Country was a great place to visit. Sadly, they had no boots in my size. Dang it! Being small can suck. After drooling over their KTM display, we were on the way again. At Hood River, Oregon, we separated from I-84 and headed south. Driving through the National Forest and along the base of Mt. Hood was inspiring. After the brutal winds along the river, being in the trees with less traffic and new scenery was a treat. Coming into Gresham, my navigation hit a minor speed bump and we ended up slightly “lost”. There is this one exit for I-5/Salem that you need, and we NEVER get right. It doesn’t matter if we are in the car or on the bike, we ALWAYS take the wrong one. And that is after always having the same conversation together about how we always take the wrong exit, and that this is the right exit. Nope. Wrong exit. Again. The bright side about ending up “lost” in Portland, is we were able to go to MotoCorsa to check out their gear lineup. Once again, we struck out. They had a great selection of boots, including a couple of my top choices. But they were out of my size. Oh well. It was still a great little detour and a chance to look at some sexy bikes. By this point, I needed food. Life is better when I don’t get overly tired or hungry. And I was reaching my limit. Poor Badboy. Some coworkers of ours had recommended Burgerville, and I never turn down a chance at a great burger. The coworkers were right. AMAZING burgers. AMAZING marionberry milkshake. I inhaled my burger and fries before Badboy even had a chance to take a bite of his. So tasty! With our detours and getting somewhat lost, we were off from my navigation printout. We had also missed the amazing Hawaiian BBQ food truck in Tillamook that was on our list because they were closed for the day at that point. So we mapped a new route to Lincoln City and set out. After a couple of minor wrong turns, we arrived safely at our home for the night. It was awesome seeing my in-law’s camper parked along the street waiting for us. Pie had arrived. There is a place in Yachats Oregon, LeRoy’s Blue Whale. And they make fresh, incredible pies from scratch every couple days. It is a tradition in the family to eat pie there when we vacation on the coast. My in-laws had graciously ordered ahead and picked up our favorite pieces of pie before meeting us in Lincoln city. We checked into the room, hauled our luggage in, and proceeded to eat the BEST pie. What a great way to end a great day.