I'm on my first All You Can Jet flight to Portland, Oregon. The woman behind me is getting progressively louder with each drink she orders. I'm not sure how the infant 2 seats away from her can sleep through her chatter with the flight attendant, but I'm thankful. I know I haven't been able to. I'm currently watching a history of crayons on CNBC while trying to figure out how to shoehorn all the Portland activities we have planned into 48 hours.
After we land (changing to plural since Mark started stirring from his sleep), we're picking up a rental car and driving South to Newberg. We are swapping our apartment for a nice couple's house in wine country. Tomorrow morning we'll be taking our time having breakfast and visiting wineries before heading further South to Williamette Valley Vineyards to participate in a Grape Stomp contest. Each team of two, consisting of a stomper and a swabber, attempts to come up with the most grape juice in 3 minutes. After some light research I discovered a swabber's job is to hold the heavy, glass jug of juice and keep the grape filter free and clear.
Later in the evening we'll be heading to Portland to meet up with some other AYCJers and check out some of Musicfest NW. At 8 in the morning on Sunday, the Pints to Pasta 10k race runs along the river, hopefully covering a nice view of the city. We'll have the rest of the day to visit the city and more Musicfest before our redeye back to JFK early Monday morning.
There are a few friendly All You Can Jetters on our flight today who we know from last year. We are seated next to another Mark, an avid raw foodist from Southern Florida who is also taking long weekends with his pass. ooh! We're landing.
