Up there, the highway hugs the coast and curves along the rocks. The radio and cell phone flips back and forth between US and Canadian signals. It is, for the most part, just you and your passenger existing in that space. The remoteness is daunting. Made worse by the fog.
I don't know if we will go back. We can't exactly call ahead and ask how the view will be that day. Still, it is all part of the great state I love, and therefore worthy of a few quick paragraphs.
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