I went looking for the Bull of the Woods wilderness, and found snow. I actually didn’t get anywhere close to the wilderness. I was stymied by snow after driving 10 miles up a gravel road, and then continued walking for several more, all in search of the pristine old growth forests - some of the last still standing in western Oregon. I didn’t quite make it, but at least got to eat lunch in the wild:
I also discovered that I can, in fact, sleep in the back of my station wagon. If I lie diagonally. Barely.
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