Between that loathsome pine beetle, logging, and forest fires, we have seen much damage to some of America’s forests along our route. But this time we drove directly into the fire zone. Southern Washington and Northern Oregon were littered with different forest fires ablaze.
Fire's over yonder, see?
We arrived in Hood River at sunset and settled in for the night. In the morning light, and even through the smoke, we saw what we could not see the night before: Mount Hood. Our plan was to do a nice bicycle ride, but something funny happened. Without conversation, we found ourselves driving to Mount Hood. I guess when you see a massive mountain of snow sticking out of the landscape in September, you’re just drawn to it.
Columbia River by twilight
Crossing into Oregon
Mount Hood through the smoke
Finally made it out of the smoke
Mount Hood Meadows ski resort
Hood River and the Columbia River Gorge are notorious for their winds and the abundance of wind sport seekers – wind surfers, kite boarders, sail boats – in their waters at most times. But there was no wind while we were there. Not even a little gust. Which clearly means, no kites. I’m not sure if I’d have preferred to see The Gorge with all the colorful kites and sails, or au natural, but it sure lives up to it’s name (it was gorgeous).
Union Pacific Railroad
Full Sail Brewery
Corks in a fireplace at a winery. (Just callin' it like it is.)
On our way out, we stopped at popular Multnoma Falls. Picturesque, I believe, would be an appropriate word for these falls. Steep, I believe, would be an appropriate word for the hike to the top. It was so steep, we actually made a feeble attempt at running to the top. It just felt like a more efficient use of energy.
Multnoma Falls from the bridge
Our first passage ever into the state of Oregon. If the rest of this place is anything like this, I think we’ll have a few amazing weeks ahead…
What a place