We got lucky with good weather on our ride through Portland and being Saturday, there was little traffic on the road except hoards of joggers. We passed Peninsula Park and its Rose Garden with at least 5,000 roses. Brambles of what are likely evergreen blackberries have lined our route today as they have for the last week as opposed to their ever-present cousin, the marionberries (not named for the ex-DC mayor) that were developed by the Oregon State University in the 1950’s. It was a short day with stops at local farmer’s markets that are more like small flea markets and ended in the town of St. Helens. June got her first flat. Becky and June went back to Portland to pick up Scarlett and to pass the time most spent the afternoon at Johnny’s, the local pub. This generated the hardest riding of all with the late night ride back causing more bruises than the 4000 miles to date. We stayed at the local park that provides cheap campsites along the creek so kids can explore and even hunt crawfish.