Ce blog n'aurait pas été possible sans l'aide précieuse de Laura Thank you so much for being totally supportive of this project ! I love you And like any good movie, some goodies after the credits The "END" of US20 gives on the Pacific Ocean. Newport Oregon is a nice and lively fisherman and vacation town. I tasted the wild Salmon, some Albacore Tuna and local crabs... Not bad. At the intersection of US20 and US101, no sign for "END" someone took it. There is the "BEGIN EAST

One hard question is how to finish this voyage on the blog. I probably will post a last one tonight in Newport, at the end/beginning of US Route 20. I walked Albany's small historic district. There was a 9/11 tribute in front of Linn County Hall.C'est comme le 11 novembre chez nous avec fleurs, prises de paroles, musiques, uniformes, drapeaux et enfants des écoles. I did my daily vid on the Willemette River and had a nice hot chocolate in an amazing space of the Margin Coffee

Today has been the Grand Finale ! Started hard, cold and maybe troubled by the fact that tonight I will be at the end of this route I have planned and dreamed of for a long time. What will happen tomorrow when I will have to think of my future way ? I quickly realize I will have an other amazing day. Oregon Desert was in fact starting now. Yesterday was only hors d'oeuvres. As far as eyes can see, land covered with small brushes. The road running strait to the horizon again.

7:30 AM PST - Time to be on the road again. Oregon is a discovery. It's 3°C - 37°F. I wear all my clothes. Not sure it will be enough. Luckily weather must turn warmer, but rainy, by noon. To keep us warm, Laura will post here 2 minutes on the route from 2 days ago in Idaho. A good feeling of what it is...

Deja vu, yes, but today was also a new discovery of part of Oregon and I take it all. C'est un fait, plus j'avance dans ce voyage, plus j'ai l'impression de traverser des paysages identiques. Parfois j'ai même le sentiment de na pas bouger sur ces routes droites, si droites que parfois elles se perdent à l'horizon. De chaque côté, sur un petit kilomètre, des cultures ou des pâtures. Et depuis le Wyoming, à droite des montagnes plus ou moins proches, couleur sable avec une rar