With a little luck, looks like this is going to be our new home. Not Mt. Hood, exactly–I think we’re going to take a break from living on mountains for a while–but Camas, Washington, a town outside of Vancouver, just across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon. Maybe we’ll find toxic waste everywhere or maneating slugs or something, but we’ve done a lot of homework at this point, and I think we might really love living here.
Posts may be even sketchier than usual over the next few days, as there are still some contractual wranglings to be done, but we’re pretty close. Soon, I’ll get to fly home to Pittsburgh to repeat the whole cross-country drive in a sweet rental truck with the governor set to 60mph max. Nebraska waits with its razor-sharp-toothed gaping jaws of relentless boredom. At any rate, we’re close enough to new home ownership at this point that I’m practicing channeling my sleep-deprivation hallucinations into genuine entertainment.
Now also begins the research. Yesterday, I noticed three guys on hardtails heading off from Lacamas Lake Park–one of them sporting a full-face helmet. Promising sign.
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