A River of Asphalt

As I drove in the rain on Highway 101 from Tillamook to Seaside, I felt I was navigating a river. The road was wet and with a lot of imagination I was on the river. I took it at a slower pace than allowed by law and pulled to the side to let the "jet boats" rip past us. There weren't many vehicles on the road; and in fact, there were more headed south and I wondered what they knew that we didn't.

I looked for color changes on the surface of the asphalt that would indicate a change in depth, like on a river. I looked for smooth, shiny places that would indicate a change in current, or water running across the road. I looked for rocky spots that would cause our land yacht to porpoise like a, well, like a porpoise. Thank goodness for those new Koni shocks, but it was still a bumpy ride.

The wind was not blowing at gale force and I was comfortable with the hills disguised as ocean swells. The bridges and tunnels were thankfully taller than our tallest "mast" although I still feel the need to crouch down a little in my seat when I see 14' clearance signs. All in all it was a good voyage and we made it to our safe harbor in time for lunch.