Rain,
fog, and we are off, up the Columbia River Basin through trees and
rocks and
grassy slopes, the former beginning to give way near Hood River, the latter two absolutely dominating
beyond
The
Dalles,
unto
the
turn
off
I-5
to
lonely 730,
still often hugging the river, across from striated
cliffs,
near
the Twin Sisters,
over the Washington border,
up the Walla Walla Valley
to its
city, to rendezvous with Harriet's family, including
Tisha (showing off the potential store),
Marek (at the door of their lovely house),
Maricar,
Claire,
Jim,
Harriet, and
the cats.
We call Bette and George and Sorrel and Megan, and wish them, with Crystal and Kristina,
Happy Thanksgiving
to all!
