Looking down at a chunk of the Mt. Hood National Forest. The Columbia River is on the other side of the tan hills. Obscured by clouds are Mt. Adams, the remains of Mt. St. Helens, and Mt. Ranier.
Oh, look, I'm back at the ridge top campsite! My whiney self whined too soon. I was a third of the way back to Pendleton when the clouds started breaking. Rather than drive further, I pulled off at an exit, parked by a store and took a nap. (I'm excellent at napping.) When I awoke the depressing gray overcast had become cheerful partly cloudiness. And my batteries were charged. Hurray! So I went back. That'll teach me to trust the National Weather Service too much.