It’s a long dusty trail to Lonesomeville, but you’re almost there. You're almost there. I love the quiet solitude of eastern Oregon. You can drive for hours, never encountering anyone else. Or—better—you're wandering the hills, and gorges, never-ended sage. You're alone. Out Frenchglen way, you're not encountering anyone but adventurers. It's the farthest removed from…