THUMP! Thumpity thump, crash, thump thump. The rock (or rocks?) continued to bound down the cliff I was hanging onto as the seconds rolled on, reminding me how far I had to fall should I lose footing with the other foot as well. Once I found a new foothold to replace that sizable sounding rock I’d knocked free I looked around for my wife – she was somewhere below.
The young Kiwi schoolboy watched, first with a quizzical expression, then with astonishment. Soon it would be me that was surprised.
The invitation was unexpected.
Suppose that you wanted to enjoy a meadow with fresh flowers by the millions. When would be a good time to go looking? May? June?
Who says you need drugs to get high?
“Why are you taking a picture of that trashy old stump?” My wife wondered why I was so intent on getting a picture of a bit of flotsam that had washed up on the beach.
What do you do when the weather is unseasonably nice in February? Sit inside and admire it out the window? I think not.
How far would you travel just to see a single waterfall or hike a scenic path? A hundred miles? More? In the Portland metro area and eastbound 100 miles or so those extremes are not needed; the Columbia Gorge provides easy access to a wealth of views for all who live in the region.
“Wow, that’s pretty impressive. I wonder where it is?”
I was watching a car commercial with an impressive background with some folks in a boarding house. They were pretty nonchalant about my question; “Oh, that’s just the Columbia Gorge. It’s about 30 miles up the freeway from here.”
I wanted to know more.
The thing about Oregon summers is, they’re so outrageously nice it’s a sin to not go out and enjoy them. To avoid sin, my wife Priscilla and I opted to head up to the Mt Hood area and hike to Mirror lake, with a side trip to Tom, Dick, and Harry Mountain. There’s nothing like a mountain hike to see what condition your legs are in.