
Mt Hood Magazine Oct/Nov issue
Over 11 hours ago, I had taken over the driving. It was dry and clear then, a stark contrast to the sleet and dark that I pressed the van through now, rounding Mt Hood from the east. Surely I could have stopped a while ago. Of the 3 others curled up in the van, I had the right to wake someone up and trade places.
I could say it was the cheap gas station cappuccinos, or the cold air flushing my face from the open driver's side window. But when you get down to it, neither was the root of my determinatio
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