Totally Unauthorized

So this is the weekend I told Gail about six weeks ago–the trip I planned for us without telling her where.

We got started a day late, but now we’re in Portland, kicking back in the Hilton.

A very bumpy flight up; I’ve never been thrown around so much. Airport security was a snap. They didn’t open my bag, look at my little baggie of liquids or check my CPAP machine. How is it that these items are so critically dangerous one time and meaningless the next?

Dinner tonight at Jakes Crawfish, the oldest restaurant in town and one of our favorite places in the world.

Stay tuned. More surprises in the works.