Basalt cliffs rose up straight up before us, and I imagined the floods advancing and receding repeatedly at the end of the Ice Age, the entire area being underwater, wiping out whatever was here before.
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River’s Sweet Songs
Driving west out of Portland on route 26, Sunset Highway, farmlands taper off, and forests grow dense, expanding into the open space. I feel an inexorable draw toward the coast while on this road, because if you continue straight you arrive at Seaside. Veer southwest on highway 6, there's Tillamook. Or head northwest on 47, … Continue reading River’s Sweet Songs
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