Been there, done that

Rest Area near Redmon, OR
The miraculous Jerry who fixed our slave cylinder and changed our oil, points us to a lovely rest area. We love Oregon. They have no silly issues with overnight camping at rest areas; in the morning the security person lets the dogs jump up on her truck so she can say hi to them.

In the morning we walk in the light rain to the edge of a 500 ft. cliff, stroll past the view, take pictures of two cool bridges. It’s amazing how nature soothes our rough edges and diminishes distance. It’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and there is suddenly something to make the bullshit worth it. A reward for our breakdowns and our inside-bound days, fucking finally.