Instead of pushing through to Portland at what would have been after midnight, i decided to camp out in Pendleton for the night instead.
I had quite a variety of crazy weather and harrowing driving today, including navigating the mountains of central Oregon along 84 in both the dark *and* the rain while driving a vehicle that weighs at least three times as much as the Metro. I also encountered my first non-playa windstorm straight out of Oz in southern Idaho. That plus the knowledge that i was missing a lot of breathtaking scenery convinced me to quit early. I had some of the best fish and chips of my life at The Prodigal Son, and am looking forward to driving the rest of the mountains at dawn.