Road Trip, Part “I’m Over It”: Hood River, OR to Home
Like Sarah OUAL, I’m tired of writing about this long-ass trip. Fun, as it was. So. This will be long on pictures and short on words. I’ll have to exercise my ability to be descriptive with brevity.
Hood River, OR
We drank beer and had dinner at Full Sail Brewery overlooking the Columbia River. A+ for creative writing on that sentence right there. A 8 year old could write that (though it would be disturbing if they actually did write those exact words. Ok. Brevity.)
The next day I ran about 4 miles including climbing the famous set of stairs that connect downtown Hood River with the Heights (5 sets, tiring). And we did laundry at a laundromat which made me pine for an industrial strength washer/dryer to do a load in less than 60 minutes.
Multnomah Falls, OR
On the drive to Portland, we stopped at this free landmark and, as expected, it was awesome.
I can’t help squeezing my ass into a small space. When I was a little kid (4 yrs old) I would hang out in cardboard boxes like they were forts.
Sadly, we have no good pictures here. Probably because we were too busy drinking beer at Rogue Ale, Deschutes, and Burnside Brewing.
I was stupid enough to pay for a train pass when it was free for the downtown area. Nine bucks flushed down the toilet.
Crater Lake, OR
7000 feet in elevation and nearly zero cell phone service. Definitely remote.
We camped here for three days wherein two of them I was stressing about bears storming my tent.
(note the bear lock box on the right to store all your food)
The trail up to the top of Mt Scott, highest peak in the park (8900+ feet):
There was quite a bit of snow still left on the mountain. Pretty awesome.
The view from the top of Mt Scott:
Working on my Captain pose. Blame it on the elevation making me delirious.
Phantom Ship (oldest rock in the park that is visible/exposed):
The lodge, built in like 1914 or something. We relaxed here for an hour or so during our last hike in the park, with a beer on their deck overlooking the lake.
On the way out of Oregon we stopped at Fred Meyer to load up on food, and holy crap, what is that place?! It’s like Walmart on crack. It’s like Walmart if they fixed all the things you hate about Walmart. That place is dangerous. I would be broke if we had Fred Meyer around here.
Redwood National & State Parks, CA:
Two days of camping here and the weather was just perfect. 65 degrees, not super dry, never got super cold. Seriously, I could retire here. Bummer was that again, it’s bear country so more bear-attacking-me-in-my-sleep stress.
I loved hiking here. The trees are indescribable.
The trees are so awesome that you feel that if someone was going to cut them down you would go ape-shit on that person. I have those trees’ backs, is what I’m sayin’.
BANANA SLUG! He was in our campsite with his gross, but useful-to-the-environment self.
Contrary to what you may believe, I am not taking a shit. I am pretending o hold up that massive tree. I need some acting lessons.
Some Elk posterior for your viewing pleasure.
There were like four of them hanging out by the side of the road, grazing.
Final tally of miles hiked that week: 30.
Redwood to Home
We drove back over three days, stopping in Eureka to visit Lost Coast Brewing on the way to Westport KOA where we were supposed to camp on the beach. It turns out that camping in the sand and wind is not awesome so we moved to a regular site. From Westport to Los Banos we stopped in Santa Rosa to hit up Russian River Brewing. I got an awesome and ridiculously expensive Pliny the Elder t-shirt. I swear, just because it’s for chicks they jack up the price.
We stayed on night in Los Banos and stuffed our faces at Wool Growers Restaurant. Seriously. I had not been that full since my cousin’s wedding in Italy when I was 16.
The rest of Labor day weekend was spent unwinding, and then it was back to work.
Final words? I definitely plan to go back to the Redwoods.
Maybe on a Napa/Russian River Valley wine tour .
This looks awesome. I love that waterfall in Oregon. Next time, I expect you to invite me on your family trip!ReplyDelete
I love this post. I used to live in Portland (OR), now I am in SUN Diego. I am going back to Portland next week to run the Portland Half Marathon. Can't wait!ReplyDelete
BTW, I found your blog via OUALF and the Ragnar Relay Team. How exciting! I want to run that one too, perhaps in 2013. Next year, I am running RNR Madrid and Edinburg.
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sorry, OUAL (http://oual.wordpress.com/)ReplyDelete
Freaking.awesome.trip. You got some great shots. Love that you fit in the trees you tiny little thang!ReplyDelete
How good did it feel to sleep in your own bed when you got home?!?!
See you this weekend at Pizza Port!