No, not in the Bushian sense that it will take me nine years to leave Portland after my declaration that the mission has been accomplished but rather that the moment i photographed the film canister i’d dropped off the edge of the viewpoint in memory of Robert Landsburg, i understood that i’d done everything i’d really wanted to do on this trip.
So this morning i set out toward home, and when i got to the turnoff leading to the Trinity Alps, where i’d planned to spend the night and do some sightseeing, i looked at the time and realized i could just drive straight on through and get back to my own bed tonight.
Which i did. And i don’t plan leaving it for a day or two.
Meanwhile, i’ve created a new item on the main menu, Portland’s Bridges, where i’m trying to do a proper photo essay.