Small town America, where the smiles are large, the people close-knit and the coffee refilling. Clackamas is a mighty name for a river, and Estacada, tonight’s stop, is on that river and, so I read in the bargain bookshop – normally up to $2, sale on, no book over $1, all proceeds to the Estacada literary foundation – is the Christmas tree capital of Oregon.
Not that I spotted much evidence of that. But there’s a charming, if quiet in the rain, town centre, and the river runs to one side of the highway, with trails and tracks to explore and get a little muddy on. There’s a dam, with rushing water cascading down from a very full river. One small dock is nearly underwater, as if to show the level.