A Small Slice o' Hell

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Wet and Cold, but at least downhill.

Wet and Cold, but at least a wide shoulder.

Not wet and cold, but we become the center divider for I-205.

At the end of the day, en route to the seafood restaurant on the Camas, WA wharf to scarf without guilt:

Vernonia to Camas, 65 miles, 3308 remaining.

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  1. Cathy ShermanMay 20, 2024 at 11:22 AM

    This is a great blog! Just like being there but from my couch!!!

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  2. AnonymousMay 20, 2024 at 1:00 PM

    I can imagine the wet and cold well enough to agree! Scenery sure is pretty though.

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  3. AnonymousMay 20, 2024 at 4:37 PM

    Thinking of you both! ❤️❤️

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  4. MarieMay 21, 2024 at 5:39 AM

    The seafood dinner part I would enjoy.

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