Is It Summer or Winter, And Why Is It Hailing On Us?

Crossing the river from Hood River, Oregon to White Salmon, Washington

Ya know how I’ve mentioned, at least a couple times, about how cold we’ve been on this trip so far? Yea, well, this morning, while filling up with gas and checking the air in the tires, we got hailed upon. 

It is freakin’ Summer…the middle of June…June 16th…and it is hailing on us!! What up with that??!!!

Grabbed a couple of hot chocolates from the service station mini-mart, and once again, berated myself for not bringing a winter scarf.

The plan for today, was to just head north to Hood River, Oregon. On the way, we stopped for lunch at Eagle Crossing Restaurant, on the Warm Springs Indian Reservation. Nothing unusual to report, except for the freakishly gargantuan Indian Fry Bread Burger that Mark ordered. The burger was on the “very large” side, but the Fry Bread bun was on the “off-the-charts” gigantic size. Had to have been 8” in diameter. Could kick myself for not getting a better photo of it. You had to have seen it to believe it.

The rest of the drive to Hood River was probably beautiful, but it was hard to see through the fog and rain. Many of the little roadside stops (for fruit, crafts, etc) were closed because it was still a bit early in the season. 

I have to ask…When exactly is the summer tourist season in these parts? It was almost the middle of summer. Summer Solstice was only five days away, but you would never know it!

Narrow bridge over the Columbia River, between Hood River, OR and White Salmon, WA

We arrived in Hood River in late afternoon. The rain cleared and we did a drive-a-bout through Hood River. Nice little town. And we had a look around some of the country roads outside of town. Very scenic. Decided this was a nice place!

That evening, we had two landmark events. First, we used our RV propane stove top for the first time. This was a big deal. I had feared the stove, and had banned the use of it. I was afraid we’d explode ourselves, or, that we’d stink the place up so badly that it’d be hard to sleep in there. And second, for the first time in my life, I ate a can of Dinty Moore stew.

We did NOT blow up the RV. The stew DID stink. The stew was palatable. And the stink eventually cleared out. And, as usual, we were pretty happy campers!

Made a note to myself to buy dish soap. Up until now, we’d been washing our dishes in bath gel.