My friend picked me up in the morning before my wreath making class in a little blue pickup truck. I juggled multiple Stumptown americanos, shawls, hats and cameras and we followed the Columbia River eastward to the falls. When I saw my first west coast waterfall, I smushed my nose up against the window get a better look yes, but also to hide my face. It was so beautiful I almost cried.
The wreath classes were so much fun, I didn't want them to end. I stayed up until all hours looking for later flights and the very next morning the same blue pickup truck collected me from the front door of the Ace. We headed westward through fields of farmland and forest and mountains until we hit the Pacific. I think now I understand what the line in this song means when he says "the mountains should crumble to the sea".
My very talented friend Parker took these and many more photos of our adventures. Take a look at his work here.