Gee, can't think of anything to recommend western Oregon. Rainy autumns lead into soggy winters which are eventually supplanted by the soft rains of spring. Luckily we've started summer now, so it mostly only rains hard on the weekends, which does knock down most of the mosquitos if you stay out from under cover. The people here are solid stock, born of the common clay, which encrusts their lower torsos. The dining is fine, primarily consisting of whatever raw foods the young farmers can strain from the fields, and served by our young folk in all their hirsute beauty, leg hair brushed and gleaming. Our school system bows to no one, producing some 17% of all of the McDonald's waitstaff, as well as 12% of the coffee boilers that make the coffee found in 7-11s. Our bottle bill, which keeps the roads free of return-deposit bottles, provides another source of income for the work force. We do have lovely mountains and seascapes, which are identified by compass position, as the overcast and the fog obscure actual views of them. Still, I'm sure they are lovely, as there are artist's renderings on the web of what they might look like. Only reason I'm here is the dull thought seeping to the surface of my brain that urges that in a few decades the rest of the US will turn into desert.