Mt Hood to Hood River

We ended the summer in magnificent fashion - this is out of character for us. Usually, we are too annoyed by just the thought of dealing with crowds and hide out at home instead. But, I woke up inspired, forced everyone into their jeans, and whisked them off on an adventure. (I am the supplier of superlatives and exclamation points in our family.)

The top of the world!

We started at Mt Hood. 11, 240 feet, snow, sweat shirts, skiing, hiking, and lunch on a giant rock.

Cuteness in front, Mt Bachelor in the back.

You can't NOT climb a giant rock...

On our way home we stopped in Hood River. Columbia River kite boarding, short sleeves, sun burns (Steve. The rest of us were slathered in spf of course!), ice cream, and dinner at the Full Sail Pub & Brewery.

One of many...we'll be back.

Is this apple juice?

The Hood River Bridge connects Washington to Oregon

Before the melting rivers of cream started

Two extremes separated by the most gorgeous views of three mountains (Hood, Adams, and St Helens.) and apple orchards. It was a wonderful way to say goodbye to summer.