In Whitefish, MT I decided to separate from D. and let him do his backcountry adventuring with Trent sans me – the basically unexperienced snow adventurer of the group. I rode the train west through the night and just around sunrise it railed into Spokane then made it’s way down the Columbia River Gorge, which was a beautiful view to wake up to. Not to mention the entertaining talk I heard from 70-something year-old woman about her 40 year Salt Flats racing career. That was inspiring. By afternoon I was in Portland, OR. A very pleasant rideshare experience brought me South to Ashland where I met up with Olivia, the lovely lady below, who I have seen far too sparsely these past few years. We had a romantic Valentines Day dinner, went on a night hike above the city, and dashed up to the snow for a day to prance around and build silly snowmen. T’was a lovely visit to say the least.