February 22, 2010

This is not Portland weather. Took Friday off and drove west. Toward the ocean, toward the coastal range, into Tillamook State Forrest. There Sarah and I hiked, summited I should say, King’s Mountain. At the top we were met by two old Sierra Club type gentlemen eating a packed lunch. “You made it!’ they greeted in unison. There was perhaps even a raised fist involved. And to make the moment even more satisfying, we discovered a log and an invitation to please sign in. I recorded the fact that I stabbed my eye with my walking stick and had to scramble a bit of the way with monocular vision but made it to the top nonetheless. Oh accomplishments.

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