SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS AND WHATEVER ELSE IS UP IN THE WOODS: The “Snowstorm of the Century” came and dropped a foot of sludgy chowder on the Cascade Locks, and surrounding burgs. Digging out the Volvo proved treacherous, and of course, I was fully unprepared and dumb and instantly wet, cold and mad. Nature!

Going over the “Bridge of the Gods” was a little dicey. I grew up in the white stuff, but hell, it’s been a long time. Plus, that bridge is a bit rickety. Statehoppin’, down from Washington to Oregon. Border wars.