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There’s a vastness of nothing between Boise, Idaho and Portland, Oregon. Hills, grassland, and empty mountains fill that void, and only scattered farm lands remind us that we’re not alone. Even as people envision Oregon as being this lush, Pacific Northwest enclave of far-left liberalism and hiking trails, one must trek through the steppe climate of the Blue Mountains region first, when coming from the east, just as emigrants of the Oregon Trail did.
Mike and I veered off the route to check out some of the original trails that were set in place by years and years of ox cart traffic. Looking around, all we could see was shrubland. At that moment, it was easy to understand how so many people died on the journey. Everybody was left to their own devices, and mother nature didn’t treat everybody’s anarchistical pilgrimage