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adventure<br />

zoom ahead another six days in their<br />

journey as I pulled in to Maryhill State<br />

Park for my second night of camping.<br />

I woke the next morning to threatening<br />

skies. Just as it had for Lewis and Clark,<br />

weather was closing in—I needed to<br />

get going.<br />

West of Maryhill, Clark had climbed<br />

to get a view of the dramatic Columbia<br />

Gorge, so that’s what I did. At Columbia<br />

Hills State Park, I hiked high above the<br />

river at Crawford Oaks, and finished just<br />

as the storm hit, bringing 40 mph winds<br />

down the Gorge.<br />

I hurried downriver to Beacon Rock<br />

State Park, mentioned in Clark’s journal<br />

as “the Beaten rock.” I had to agree<br />

with him. Sleet was now pounding the<br />

picturesque 848-foot volcanic monolith.<br />

My plan was to climb the switchbacking<br />

mile-long trail to the top, but with the<br />

storm getting worse every minute, I had<br />

second thoughts.<br />

“Climb it, you wussy!” Lewis said sternly<br />

inside my head. I did as ordered, topping<br />

out thirty minutes later in a raging gale.<br />

The end was in sight. I dried off in the<br />

car and zoomed ahead several more days<br />

to Lewis and Clark’s final challenge, a place<br />

where the explorers nearly died.<br />

As they reached the estuary of the<br />

Columbia, Clark wrote happily, “Ocian in<br />

view. O! The joy!” Then, suddenly, a vicious<br />

winter storm forced them to hunker down<br />

for six precarious days in what Clark<br />

famously called a “dismal little nitch.”<br />

I visited Dismal Nitch (now a National<br />

Park interpretive site) just across the<br />

Columbia from Astoria, Oregon, on<br />

another stormy day.<br />

“It would be distressing to a feeling<br />

person to see our situation,” Clark wrote.<br />

Yes, I felt for them.<br />

As darkness started to descend, I sprinted<br />

for the finish at Cape Disappointment<br />

State Park. It was Nov. 18, 1805—they<br />

had come more than 4,000 miles, and they<br />

finally got a view of the Pacific from the top<br />

of McKenzie Head.<br />

“We made it!” I said to them as I took in<br />

the view.<br />

That night, my expedition done, there<br />

would be no camping. I checked into<br />

the 1890s-era Shelburne Inn in Seaview,<br />

took a hot shower and slipped into a<br />

warm bed.<br />

FROM TOP The Listening Circle in Chief Timothy Park<br />

was designed by Maya Lin. Cape Disappointment State<br />

Park served as Nelson’s final stop.<br />

72 <strong>1889</strong> WASHINGTON’S MAGAZINE FEBRUARY | MARCH <strong>2018</strong>

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