Trip Home
The plane was nearly empty. Most of us had a whole row to ourselves.
One of those nice mountains -- on the Washington side. Might be Mt. Saint
Helens. I'm glad the curse didn't cause it to blow.
Just before I took off -- looking across the Columbia River to the state of
Washington on the other side. The curse was still on at this time.
Remembering one of my last meals in Portland -- a salad and Tillamook
cheese soup at the Rexall Rose on Alberta.