Along the Columbia

I love every bit of the drive along the Columbia River. I first saw it when my family moved to Oregon from North Dakota when I was sixteen. It was a thrill to travel west through Montana watching what appeared to be clouds far ahead materialize into the first mountain range I'd ever seen. All new terrain for this traveler. I had no idea what was ahead and loved it all as it revealed itself to me. I used to know just how many times I've repeated that basic route from Oregon to North Dakota to visit older sisters who stayed behind. I've lived my life along our northern border and down to the Bay Area.