Concluding my cross-country move in late April 2015…
Warning: Ridiculously picturesque pictures ahead.
At long last, we saw a promise of something more interesting on the horizon, beyond the flat lands.
And somewhere around this point, we crossed into Oregon.
While resting up at my parents’ farm for a few days, before my new job began, I took a walk down their country lane.
It had been rainy when I pulled in, after a very long day of driving, but the weather cleared up the next day, to the best advantage of the natural wonders all around me, assuring me I had made the right decision.
That, my friends, was my Oregon Trail. No dangerous river fords necessary.