We crossed the Hood River Bridge to visit…Hood River!
I waded in the Columbia River at the Hood River Waterfront Park.
It was over 90 degrees, so we took breaks in our sun shade and laughed at something I can’t remember on Daddy’s phone.
After a day at the river beach, it was time to head back to our cabin. But I wanted to climb this cool dirt hill first!
I also mastered climbing the ladder that goes to the loft in our cabin!
About a month ago, I suddenly declared I wanted to go camping. There weren’t any campsites left in Oregon and we don’t have any camping equipment anyway.
So we rented a little cabin in Stevenson, WA instead. The trip got off to a great start when we got to cross the Columbia River on the Bridge of the Gods!
Here’s our home for the next two nights.
It has a ladder that leads to a loft – just like a Minecraft house!
We wandered around the grounds near the cabin and found this little stump seat.
There was also lots of lavender.
And an old tractor.
Daddy wanted to look like he was on the cover of Farming Magazine.
It’s really pretty here in the Columbia River Gorge!
I have been fantasizing about driving to Interstate 82 for at least half a year now. Today, we made it a reality.
I was navigator and instructed the driver (Daddy) on where to go.
Our first stop was the Bridge of the Gods that spans the Columbia River, from I-84 in Oregon to SR-14 in Washington. Isn’t it a beauty??
We drove east in Washington for a bit and got to look back across to Oregon.
We eventually crossed the Hood River Bridge and had lunch in Hood River, OR. Mommy ordered a sandwich called the Turkey Meister, a name I can’t stop saying.
And Daddy played with toothpicks.
Then it was off to drive some more until we hit I-82. It took a long time, but was totally worth it! (Bonus: we saw lots and lots of bridges and trains. Official count: a gazillion.)
Then Mommy and Daddy really needed some tea and coffee, so I lounged here in this gigantic recliner.
Finally, we headed home after sundown. It was a long day, but an interstate dream was fulfilled.
Mommy and I went adventuring with some friends to Beacon Rock in Stevenson, Washington. These 5-year-old legs walked to the top of a big ol’ rock 848 feet into the sky!
The best parts of the hike were when the path made an “overpass” over another path.
Sometimes I needed a milk break.
Mommy’s friend, Aliah, told me about the little islands in the Columbia River.
That’s Oregon over there!
That’s my buddy, Quinton.
After walking for an eternity, we finally made it to the top.
I told Aliah that the monsters on my knees are named Rocco and Taco.
Aliah’s daughter, Cay, is a squirrel whisperer.
I was happy to get back to solid ground after walking back down to the forest.
Mommy and I celebrated. We did it!
