I came over the Cascades to the Portland area for another round of “Keep Portland Weird,” and I’m telling you—Portland doesn’t just talk weird, it builds it. Before we even got rolling, I took you back to December 28th, 1978. A plane coming into Portland had trouble confirming the landing gear, circled back up to work the problem, ran out of fuel, and crashed on the outskirts of town. I remember it, and that little bit of history matters for what we’re about to see. First stop was a classic Portland food cart pod called Hawthorne Asylum—because if you’re keeping Portland weird, you might as well eat in an asylum, right? There’s art everywhere (even on the garbage bins), but the real head-turner is a coffee shop made out of the cockpit of that crashed airplane. Yep—only in Portland. Then I headed into Forest Park, which is the largest city park in the United States, to show you the Troll Bridge—trolls of all sizes all over it, and folks warning me to “be careful, there’s a lot of trolls around here.” Two stops, two oddities, and a reminder that the best travel days are the ones where you just go see what’s out there.