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Roadtrippin’: Columbia River Gorge

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There’s nothing better to wake up to than the organic goodness at Sandborne’s. I had a spinach, mushroom, and jack cheese stuffed biscuit. Portland is great for that – organics and homebrew around every corner. “Same as Boulder,” Eddie says with a mouthful of corn beef hash.

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After breakfast we roll up to Folkerts’ house, an old army buddy of Eddie’s. Mt. Scott is a hill of gargantuan houses overlooking Portland proper. It was nice to do nothing – lay around his house laughing and talking till long after the sun had set. Then it was off to Cinetopia where Folkerts treated us to a flick in the full-bar-serviced, leather-La-z-boy-laden, swanky theater. It didn’t matter what movie we saw. We stuffed our face with nachos and got drunk as Cooter Brown.

Great grey clouds were swirling over indigo ridges, a light drizzle falling on the windshield of the car. Pale mist hung above the carpeted green lining of the wide watery mouth. Drops of rain fell on the Bridge of the Gods, over a gorge that stretched out to the horizon.

We took a micro-hike to Horsetail Falls where water cascaded over mossy rocks while sharp gusts whipped my hair in my eyes and mouth. We wore hooded rain jackets and listened to the sound of dripping against our covered heads. The higher we climbed the rocky outcrops sparkled in wet needles and leaves.

In the morning, Folkerts took us to a locals joint called Biscuits for breakfast. It looked like a truck stop and the food was on point. I had been feigning to get back to nature and we decided Columbia River Gorge would scratch that itch.

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After driving alongside the canyon a bit more, we stopped at a parking area and rested our damp bodies surrounded by gusts of air on a short stone wall. Shakespeare’s long white tail almost carried him away. I realized I was sporting an uncontrollable smile and laughing into the wind.

By 7pm we’d grabbed take and bake pizzas and we’re heading back to the mansion on the hill. While Folkerts and Eddie had a heated conversation about polygamy (which made Eddie furious) I found myself wrapped up in the thought that the trip had nearly ended and whether that meant the adventures had ended too. The next morning we’d head back to Colorado. Almost a month of traveling would conclude. Only one adventure left.

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