My flight from Vancouver to Portland seems very quick. I am on the west side of the plane so am watching the ever lengthing shadows on the landscape below as we pass over Washington State. Since the sun is coming almost directly at me, I don't take many photos. We arrive early at about 8:22pm and I head to the baggage claim area to retrieve my bags. I snag them off the baggage conveyor and head outside to wait for Mom. There are a couple cars that stop and don't move right in front of where I'm standing, causing traffic to back up. After a while though, I am delighted when the traffic gal comes and makes them move on. They're just not following the rules and PDX has such a short loading area that everyone needs to play by the rules for it to keep moving smoothly. Pretty soon I see Mom--she pulls up, pops the trunk, I throw my stuff in and we're off. It feels so good to be home!

I really, really had a good time and it was everything I had hoped for and more but it's also really good to be HOME!