Good Beer & Pizza Makes Us Happy!

Flight of Beer @ Double Mountain Brewery

Flight of Beer @ Double Mountain Brewery

After 8 or 9 days on the road, Mark and I were falling into our “jobs” quite nicely. Mark cooked, I did the dishes. Mark dealt with the electric/water/sewer hook-ups, while I dealt with cleaning the bathroom, and sweeping the floor, and doing the laundry. 

At home, I usually do most of the cooking. But as soon as I’m in the RV, I become cooking impaired. I’m like a deer in headlights, and can’t even begin to figure out where to start on a meal. Thank goodness, Mark took to it right away and has been enjoying being the head chef. I enjoy that he cooks for me, even if he is a wee bit bossy when he cooks. He’ll deny it, but it’s true.

My big contribution on Day #9, was that I rigged up a way to prop the bathroom door open so that it didn’t just slam shut on us. It’s small things like this, that make life easier on the road in a tiny space. It’s now day #27, and my contraption has held up well, and we use it every day.

I spent a good part of the day reorganizing stuff in the space shuttle. This wasn’t my first reorganization, and wouldn’t be my last. The more organized stuff is, the easier day to day life is. Small things, like having crap fall out of the overhead compartment onto your head every day, can aggravate the hell out of you. So, organizing your stuff is important!

So yea, Day #9 was pretty laid-back. 

In the evening we drove into downtown Hood River. With the weather being super clear (i.e., so much wind, there wasn’t so much as a cloud in the sky…Hood River is like the windsurfing capital of the planet, for good reason), we had a stellar view of Mt. Hood as we drove across the bridge. Glorious!

Mt. Hood, Oregon

Mt. Hood, Oregon

And then, probably the best part of the day…..dinner & beers at Double Mountain Brewery. Yummy pizza & beers, good service, nice people! Seeing Mt. Hood was cool, but it’s just hard to beat good pizza and beer for the Number 1 spot!!

Double Mountain Brewery

Double Mountain Brewery

Celebrating Crummy Canned Foods From the 1960’s

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Day #8

Since we’d un-virginized  the RV propane stove yesterday while preparing a wholesome  dinner of Dinty Moore Stew, it was easy to do the same today. So, while sitting in the Bridge RV Park in White Salmon, Washington, while Lew Farber began work on our solar upgrade, we dove right into another culinary bastardaization…lunch…Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and Meatballs.

My normally healthy eating habits were on a speedy decline. And I was actually enjoying it. I devoured the spaghetti and meatballs. I have heard people say that everything tastes extra good when you’re glamping, and I was beginning to believe it, ‘cause here I was, kind of enjoying my can of spaghetti!!

After lunch, Mark and I headed out on a day trip in a rental car, while Lew worked on the rig.

Lew, working on our solar panel install & upgrade. White Salmon, WA

Lew, working on our solar panel install & upgrade. White Salmon, WA

We drove west from White Salmon, through Carson, and ended up at the Columbia River Gorge Interpretive Center. Cool museum.

Columbia Gorge Interpretive Center Museum. Washington

Columbia Gorge Interpretive Center Museum

Columbia Gorge Interpretive Center Museum. Washington

Columbia Gorge Interpretive Center Museum

Ya know what I learned at the Interpretive Center? That in Skamania County, it is illegal to hunt Sasquatch (Big Foot.).  The reason being this….If Big Foot was killed, and was deemed a human, than he would fall under the jurisdiction of the Sherriff’s Department. If Big Foot was killed and was deemed an animal, he would fall under the jurisdiction of the Department of Fish and Game. Neither department wanted to deal with it, so they just made it illegal to hunt him. Makes sense.

Enough of filling our brains with cultural stuff and information that’s difficult to retain. So we drove back over to the Oregon side of the river, to Multnomah Falls.

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Mark, hiking back down @ Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Mark, hiking back down @ Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Hiked to the top. I think it was about a mile to the top, via some steep switchbacks. We did secret races against the other hikers. Kicked ass on every single one of them. Slow and steady never wins any race. Faster is better, even if it kills you.

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

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

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

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.