Oregon! Oh man, I forgot about that cesspool. I had an article to write over there and it involved widely spaced interviews. So, I'm in Baker and have to be in Dreadford the next AM to watch a congressional hearing.
"55? Are you foofing me?" methinks --
So I put a brick on it, there's a road in the Christmas Valley or somewhere that goes past the big radar site. It runs from ridge to ridge survey, with curves on the ridge top. I remember that part....
I come popping up over one of those ridges and there's a sheriff, not an OSP goon. I just put both hands up on the wheel and stayed in it, he waved and no gumballs. He understood, I guess, but I was going 95. I'd slowed down for the ridge corner.
