Greetings from Oregon. I’m at my cousins wedding at a camp in logging country between Portland and the Pacific coast. I stayed in an awesome little town called Vernonia. It was built with timber money and now they are pivoting toward an outdoor activity destination.
The morning of the wedding I biked 25 miles. I took a quick shower and nap then left for the ceremony. From the direction I was entering the mountains, the road was closed. The highway detour would be over an hour so I tried my luck with a logging road to bypass the construction. It was going well until the road ended three miles short of the camp.
I walked. I bushwhacked to the wedding. I emerged from the forest, right behind the campground director who said “where did you just come from?”
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