Out of town visitors suggested we see what the flea market at the center of town had to offer. My eyes were opened to what the crowd looked like (not me) and wanted -- old retro clothing. There were some refashioned fashions, colorful apparal, and a few food trucks to tempt. All news to me.
Saturday was market day and I got to tag along with friends who knew just what to get and where. Tonight is my last night away from home, and the dinner promises to be superb. Oregon was kind to me, and I can't help but to love it back.
