I am in Astoria, Oregon, a charming river town on the Columbia River. It was a day where any forest was a rain forest, and your wipers were on high all day. Not a great day for pictures or driving, but it generally wasn't that bad of a day to just hang out.
Astoria is a great little town--several very good antique stores, a Bosnian restaurant, whatever that means, and I am staying at a nice hotel run by nice people that just happens to be next a restaurant called the "PiggnPancake." I know where I am going for breakfast.
To get to Astoria from Washington, you need to cross the Columbia River at almost its widest point--the bridge is impressive and is one of the longest bridges in the West. Almost impossible to photograph as a whole, but it is pretty dramatic at sunset, as are the hundreds of pilings left from the boom and bust days of a river town.
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