This is one of the last postcards as Dad travels across the country to Oregon. He describes the Columbia River. I remember the first time I saw it after living in New Mexico for a couple of years. I traveled in a small car a Honda Coupe to a nonviolent training program near Seattle and then down the coast to LA and back. On the way down my travel mate could not believe how excited I got as we crossed each river. I still remember my awe and the beauty of the Columbia river.