Oregon Trail
Family didn’t wind up going on the cruise. Long story, which involves multiple crazy relatives. Ask me about it some time in person. Anyways, my parents, my brother, and I are driving up to Vancouver instead while checking out the greater Pacific Northwest. It’s about a 1000 mile trek each way. Managed to log 750 miles today and get to Portland, where we’re crashing tonight. Also managed to get some crappy wireless internet access at the hotel we’re staying at, and I figured I might as well post.
Easily the best part of today’s journey was the drive through the Cascades. The entire area is densely wooded forest sitting on top of some incredibly tall mountains. The tallest peaks were completely covered in snow, and watching Mount Shasta (14,000+ feet tall) suddenly rise out of the clouds as we turned a corner was breathtaking. I didn’t manage to get any pictures, but hopefully I can get some on the way back. You people back east who’ve never seen real mountains are missing out. Anyways, when I retire, I’m making it a point to move up to the good old State of Jefferson. (Petarman, you with me?)
The title of the post comes from the fact that I kept seeing signs for “The Dalles” as we got closer to Portland. The hardcore Oregon Trail fans will understand…