|I say goodbye to Pat this morning and take 82 south, then 97, until I reach the Columbia River and stop for a break at Merryhill Museum, a large stately building on the river bank. Built by Sam Hill, the building houses pieces from Roumania. Seems Mr. Hill developed a friendship with Queen Marie of Roumania and she came to the opening of the museum in 1926.
Quite a variety of art is here: chess sets of marble, wood, ivory, and porcelain; native American elements from baskets to decorative head pieces remind me of how many cultures white people displaced taking over the country, Rodin Sculptures; an extensive fashion display using dolls as models. Definitely worth the stop.
Continuing along State Route 14, noticing that now more of my thinking is turning towards the impending end of my journey and what my life will be after I am again settled into my home, I skirt Portland by taking I-205, turn off just before Salem onto State Route 22 and then 101, and an RV Park in Lincoln City.
The rain continues. I walk a bit and end up having dinner at the Wild Flower Grill, which is quite good. A party of 22 has just come in, all of them young. One woman is wearing jeans while another has an evening dress on. Quite a range. I take a marionberry cobbler and walk back to Rhonda.