Last week I had to spend a day out in Troutdale on a work-related field trip. After pulling off I-84 I immediately got lost and wound up in the parking lot of Edgefield. It's good to now know there's a 74-acre sized bar just up the street from one of my company's offices.

I detoxed underneath the manor's water tank after work with a plate of jambalaya and a pint of Rubinator. I wound up taking the incredibly long way home afterward. Here's an iPhone photo of the setting sun taken from Crown Point. The phone's lens turned the vista into some sort of eerie moonscape. Is that the Columbia River Gorge or is it the surface of some strange, alien world? I'll let you decide.

And, if you're curious, here's how Multnomah Falls is looking these days:

With the sun easing into the hills as I was driving back towards Portland, the Columbia was soaked in a sort of "fried gold" hue. I should have probably pulled over and taken a quick snapshot. Sorry, internets. I've failed you.

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