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Fording Oregon's Willamette River twice before turning south, I set the cruise control and wake up on a bench by California's Klamath River, officially a wild water rustling like the leaves of a clear-cut forest, where crows are squawking over crumbs. 

"What mountain is that?" I ask at a gas station's pump. She shrugs her shoulders. Further down the road, Mount Shasta's stark white-powdered face confronts the mundane world with "mysterious lights and sounds."


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