Today marks exactly 100 days since I boarded my flight at O’Hare International Airport bound for Oregon which, by the way, is pronounced ore-i-ghin, not ore-uh-gon. I made this rookie mistake inflight and was promptly corrected by a PNW native (you’re welcome).
While it wasn’t my first time flying to the Pacific Northwest, peering down on the Cascade Mo…
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