when we arrived in oregon, we headed to portland just to see what's going on there, but at the end of a hot day traveling with the bay-bay our ability to navigate the trailer through a major metropolis waned and tensions began to mount in the cabin of the vanmobile. i gave up and parked to gain us some time for map reading and slow breathing (i parallel parked for those who are impressed by handymanly things like trailer driving) and when i looked out the passenger side window i saw a sign, a divine oracle, a burning bush, a flaming flamingo; that sign read "oregon brewers festival". our course was clear. having read once that beer can make humans happy we decided to investigate further. 200 beers were featured and nearly 2000 people were in attendance. many were the foamy moustaches and wobbly wanderers. the groove was laid back and the beer was cold. we were heavy into people watching when we noticed 4 or 5 folks snapping pictures of stella playing with our empty (i promise) beer mugs on the ground. she clearly realized that the path to happiness involves the up-ending of these curious devices and was amusing the dickens out of the locals around her.