On our way back to Oregon for some Portlandian fun, we stop at the famous Mt. St. Helens in southern Washington. Joe wakes up early and starts driving up the mountain. I don't even remember where we were sleeping. I wake up and Joe is maneuvering Buster along the windy mountain road in dense fog. We travel over bridges and around turns and rarely see another car. The sunrise is spectacular, and i drink my coffee that morning in near perfect peace.
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