|Lew and his ball love the shade and the open spaces|
|Sasha Marie likes the grass. To lie on, yes, but not when|
Lewis shoots it all over her on take off....
Wednesday, Dave's birthday, we did whatever he wanted to. After driving from Bend in a strong wind on narrow "regular" roads the day before he wanted to just chill. We did drive into the small city of Hood River for a few groceries and to get the lay of the land. On our way back we stopped at a riverfront park and watched a large group of folks taking advantage of the windy Columbia Gorge by kite boarding.
I couldn't get a decent picture of both the operator and the kite in the same shot, but it was interesting to watch their different techniques to get started and the speed with which they raced away from us and became just colorful spots in the distance.
Thursday it was a bit cool and partly cloudy so we decided to drive the Fruit Loop, south of Hood River.
The drive begins on rt. 35 and winds through lush vineyards and orchards bursting with the beginnings of a bountiful harvest season. We are a bit early to be able to avail ourselves of much of the fruit but we did stop for some cherries.
|tiny apples starting|
|Lavender at the end of rows of wine grapes|
|flowers grow well here|
|Mt. Hood watching over the orchards|
|Twin Pine Lavender farm?|
There are lavender farms and even Alpaca ranches offering fine yarns and clothing.
|What you looking at.......|
Since it was early in the season for fruit picking and early in the day for wine tasting, we took a detour off the loop and set out for Lost Lake.
Lost Lake Road climbed up through the forest and into the clouds. They were low this day, but the Lake itself is at about 3200 feet above sea level. Our campground is about 100 feet above sea level so it was a big change in elevation.
A change in scenery also. The woods were dark and damp but full of beautiful rhododendrum, ferns and moss.
It was raining, lightly, when we arrived. We had really wanted to hike the loop around the lake but weren't crazy about walking very far in the rain. Then we saw a flash of red. A Pileated Woodpecker in a tree right next to the Jeep! I've only seen two of them before and I really wanted to get a picture of this guy.
Before I could focus he flew to a downed log. Then into the woods he went.
Ah well, don the hiking boots (to keep our feet dry) and dig out the umbrellas (didn't bring raincoats - note to self, when in Oregon keep raincoats in the jeep)
and set off on the beckoning trail and the disappearing Woodpecker.
As we walked the only sound was the rain on our umbrellas, the ground soft under our feet. In openings in the dense forest we saw the black and white lake.
|water polished tree roots|
|Salamander in the shallow water|
|Dave thought these looked like|
We never saw or heard that Woodpecker again. Perhaps he just wanted us to see all his woods had to offer.