Today I was joined with the three Matera ladies for a short but steep hike up the local butte of Eugene, Oregon.
Hiking in a forest, outside the Sonoran Desert, is always a pleasant change. The ground is soft and non-jagged, and I can touch the plants without getting stabbed.
The city of Eugene proved a pleasant change, too. Despite the continual drizzle during the two days Laura and I were there, the city's locals—mostly college students and bums—were out in droves walking and biking. Often you could look a mile down the road and count more cyclists than motorists.
Nevertheless, I do not recommended ambling around Eugene early Saturday morning in search of breakfast. The city doesn't wake up until about eight o'clock. Laura and I settled for a Voodoo doughnut.
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