Last weekend I experienced my first night of camping in Oregon. Although my hopes to sleep in a yurt were dashed (maybe next time), I spent a fine night underneath the stars in Wyeth National Park with Rosemary and Matt. We managed to ration our seven pieces of wood long enough for me to roast a cheddarwurst and Matt a hotdog before turning to bed.
Writing in reverse chronological order, I stopped in Hood River for a couple hours before meeting up with Rosemary and Matt. I've passed through Hood River before, once I saw it only from the freeway as I made the final stretch of the journey from Wisconsin to Portland. This time, however, I stayed for about 3 hours, grumpily working on an assignment needing to be finished this Friday. The sun emerged for the first time in days, so I worked as long as my attention span could take (about 45 minutes) and then threw my bags in the car and walked around the (very small) town. Sage's cafe, where I'd been working, it turns out, was not the most desirable location to type away. It was more of a grandmotherly restaurant of sorts. The food wasn't bad, but on my walk I discovered Doppio, an open-walled cafe with plenty of interesting coffee and gelato on the menu. I will definitely be back for me, maybe when I learn kite surfing. Then I can also check out the $1 happy hour at the Victorian-esque brewery on the hill.
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