#257: Trees Still Bend

After a crazy, crazy day, I left Walla Walla at 8:30 and drove in less than optimal conditions to Portland, getting in at midnightish. I listened to Girlyman the entire way. It was epic. Not in the way I usually use the word epic ("what, like a hot dog?"), but in the way Merriam Webster uses epic, "extending beyond the usual or ordinary."