Bilbo Baggins once wrote a book titled “There and Back Again”. Unlike modern-day Hollywood, Bilbo not only chronicled his adventures up to the point where the dragon was defeated and the war was won, but also recorded his journey home.
They say some places are hard to leave. That’s certainly the case with Hood River this morning, not because we don’t want to go, it just won’t let us out.
There are two highways between Portland and Hood River. Sometimes they are the same road, sometimes they diverge by about a hundred metres. I-84 is a freeway. Highway 30 is not. Take Highway 30.
I heard today that there is a rare type of fly that lays its eggs on the surface of Crater Lake. The eggs sink all the way to the bottom of the lake where they hatch….Do the fly larvae ever think “hey, it’s pretty cool down here at eighteen hundred feet, why bother going any higher?”
I’ve heard that all some people write about in their travel stories is the food. Well, we’re not like that. If we were, I would probably open with the story of the great meal we had last night at the Black Trumpet Restaurant in Brookings Oregon
We’re really enjoying our mini version of the great American road trip. Part of the thrill is we literally don’t know what’s around the next bend.
One of the joys of staying in B&Bs is that you never know what to expect.
One of my readers cruelly suggested that my last story may not have been 100% truthful. I’m aghast! Ok, so a couple of details could have been slightly stretched
It doesn’t take long for Canada to feel just like home, especially after you get used to driving on the wrong side of the road, and of course that funny feeling in the back of your mind that you’re walking upside down on the bottom of the world.
For those of you who asked me to blog this trip – you only have yourselves to blame!
LamondG 