Storm Coming

The best views in the Columbia Gorge are from places you can't stop on the freeway. But I paused on an exit ramp to take this. Ten miles later I was in the middle of a snow squall, turning the highway to slush. Twenty miles later it was back to plain old rain. Robert couldn't understand why I was so tense when I walked in the door, safe but not quite sound. BTW this is not a black and white rendition.

Imagine no highway
boat, clouds overtaking.