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THE COLUMBIA RIVER GORGE The Gorge and the scenic Columbia River Highway was incredible...beautiful vistas, verdant forests, and, it seemed, scores of waterfalls along the highway.  I, of course, stopped and got out every quarter of a mile along the way while the other two indulged me... We found a camping spot along the way. OREGON'S GIANT KILLER MOSQUITOS In the campground, we came upon Oregon's ferocious, giant killer mosquitos.  These were the most determined, meanest mosquitos that any of the three of us had ever encountered.  They were black and white striped...like criminals. Safely screened inside, we could hear them frantically buzzing over our heads, and see them knawing at our tents...desperate to get in for supper.   We helplessly watched their stingers penetrating the fabric. After we set up camp, those criminals confined us to our tents for the rest of the day and night.  Every time we ventured outside, we were attacked by a swarm of hungry,

UP THE COAST From Monterey, we drove along Highway One above San Francisco and stayed in a little campground near Jenner, where the Russian River meets the Pacific.  From there, we drove to Mendocino, but when got there we could find no place to camp.  We just kept going until we found a dirt road along the highway that seemed to go nowhere.  We decided to go up it and set up camp for the night. THE ATTACK OF 'WILD BOARS'...and other varmints We each got our tents set up and readied ourselves to sleep.  We set up camp above a creek from which we could hear friendly gurgles.  In the middle of the night, however, we were awakened by violent splashing and the hollow clatter and clacking of river stones down in the creek...then the screeches of angry, or rabid, creatures fighting.  It sounded like a pack of wild boars and they seemed to be heading our way.  I jumped out of my tent and locked myself in Sue's station wagon. Soon after, Sue and Richard came franti