Today was a travel day so we disconnected from the utilities at the Blue Ox in Albany and struck out northbound on I-5. The weather was not looking very friendly when we left and, other than one blinding downpour, we traveled in periodic drizzle to our destination.
Near the place where the Portland traffic turns extremely hellish, we bailed off of I-5 and took the sneaky loop up I-205 which turned out to be not as sneaky as we anticipated. Traffic near Clackamas slowed down to a crawl for a while before it stopped. Many drivers on this stretch of road seemed dazed; their last-minute double lane changes, exiting right from the left lane and randomly stopping in high speed traffic seemed to be perfectly normal to their alabaster-white heads.
We crept along for a few miles and soon came to I-84 eastbound which, fortunately for us, was the road we needed to complete our journey into Troutdale, a suburb community maybe 10 or 15 miles from downtown Portland. We pulled into thrice previously visited Sandy River RV Park. They offer full hookups, cable TV (we just use the satellite dish instead of hooking to cable), good wifi, very tight RV spacing throughout, a barely audible proximity to the freeway, two nearby airports, adjacent BNSF rail tracks and they are located about 500 yards from Historic Downtown Troutdale which is two blocks long. We ate in Troutdale during a previous visit at an alleged Chinese restaurant called Taste of Village. It should have been called Taste of Converse Basketball Shoe or Taste of Pond Scum because the food was downright shitty and we also received service with a grimace. Go elsewhere.