We are on one of our last hikes in the Columbia River Gorge and are climbing steeply to Ponytail Falls. We come around a switchback and pass a family heading down. Their small child is in major meltdown. We move a few yards up the trail and spot a small stuffed bear hanging precariously below the trail over the gorge. I look back and through hand gestures with the mom understand the reason for the meltdown. I get a good hand and foot hold, and using the backpack as an extension Melissa scrambles down to rescue the stranded bear! We broke all of the rules of rock climbing anchors (sorry Chris B. you would have been pissed!), but sometimes you need to do the right thing.
Snowbound
In November of 1921, Charlie Sadilek was returning from goose hunting when he and another gentlemen took refuge in the Old Columbia River Highway twin tunnels during a snowstorm. For 9 days the stranded men cooked geese and camped out waiting for the road to be cleared. Today while hiking the old road, we found a stone carving they left in one of the tunnels. A cool piece of history preserved.
Devil’s Tower’s Cousin
Who knew Devil’s Tower’s cousin, Beacon Rock, lived in Washington! We stopped by to visit today and climbed to her very windy tippy top!
A day of falling down! Water that is.
While heading from the coast to the high desert we spent a few days exploring the Columbia River Gorge. We really didn’t know anything of the gorge other than it was the place to be for kite surfers! Come to find out it’s primarily known for the waterfalls. We had a fun, full day hiking into the various falls. We even dunked our heads in one to cool off from the hike in; just the head, too many around for a real dip!
The Drive
My Grandfather liked to go for “drives”. Kids in the back, adults in the front and off we’d go (an era before car seats and seatbelts). Up and over, around and about, this way and that through the hill country of northern New Jersey and Pennsylvania we went. Today, driving the Old Columbia Gorge Highway in Oregon reminded me of those trips, the twisty road, the old concrete bridges and guardrails, and the beautiful scenery. I think my Grandfather might have been traveling with us in the backseat enjoying the “drive”.