As you travel towards Hillsboro , the road rolls and twists, breaking the straightness and monotony of the Interstate. Small trees start to appear. The feeling of going upward gradually becomes obvious. Beyond the small town which celebrates the autumn festival of apples you find rocks, small canyons, some trees. As the miles pass, the scenery turns greener.
Trees are now plentiful and taller.
Unknown narrow highways challenge the virgin traveler. Narrow hairpin curves keep you alert as the smallest mistake can hurl you down deep forested chasms. I deserve this. I earned it, and I will enjoy every minute of it. The quiet valley of destination is perhaps a quarter mile wide.