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It’s the beginning of summer, and to me, that means the denizens of the Pacific Northwest will cram 9 months of listlessness into 3 months time. One of the ways I usually cure that listlessness is to hit the open road for a road trip! That’s right, the Great American Road Trip. Most of us in Generation X, and some Generation Y, are accustomed to driving to our vacations aka holidays because it was cost prohibited to travel by flight. I’ve visited the Mt. Rushmore Monument to Disneyland to the Four Corners area by way of cars. There’s plenty of stories of road trips, playlists of music to be played on the radios which were inspired by the driving experience, and memories upon memories of the wild things that happened out there. My most recent road trip to Sedro Woolley reminded me of my fondest experience, and it didn’t take place on the highways and bi-ways of the United States. It didn’t happen during summer, either. In fact, it took place 8 years ago, in the fall, through th...