Hood River

We didn’t have a particular end point in mind when we started driving on Saturday, which, one would think we would learn by now, is not our best plan of attack. We were planning to camp and hoping that a campground along the way would have an opening on a 90 degree Saturday in the Columbia Gorge region. We started the morning with a trip into downtown Portland to check out the Saturday Market, a spring/summer tradition in Portland. There are artists, crafty-bastards, food vendors, etc. We then began the journey east through Oregon with a stop at the Multnomah Falls. Nice falls, too many people. Our friend Cas (hi Cas!) had mentioned Hood River to us and when we pulled into town it seemed like a great place to stay for the night. After 17,000 phone calls we found a Bed and Breakfast over the Hood River Bridge in Washington. We checked in, headed back into Hood River and discovered that everything closes at 6:00. We had dinner at a pubby place with decent food and horrible service and headed for the river to watch the windsurfers and kite-boarders. Good fun. There’s a nice sloped grassy area to hang out, the weather was warm and the sun was shining. A nice end to the day. Back at the B & B we sat perfectly still and quiet for 2 hours reading.