Hood River and Multnomah Falls
A serpentine road winds itself through blazing maples, around cone-laden Douglas firs and amongst stately oaks. This roadway perched along the basaltic ledges of Oregon is the manifestation of Sam Hill’s vision and the fruitation of his Engineer, Samuel Lancaster’s, skill to nestle a road into, as opposed to upon, the landscape.
Winding through cherry orchards, spiraling to the top of Rowena Crest and piercing through the hillside at Mosier Tunnels, the Historic Columbia River Highway perfectly frames the grandeur of fall along the Columbia River. The road is not solely a means of getting from one place to another, traversing this pathway is an experience in itself. Writings of the day described it as being a road going “from no place to no where.” Once you start on it, it becomes immediately obvious of its ability to take your senses elsewhere.
Splendor was not only a description of the fall exuberance, it was also the name for one of the 29 varieties of apples and pears picked fresh from Rasmussen’s Orchards of Hood River. Apples of all different sizes, colors, and flavors: crisp, sweet, juicy, tart, or even sour, whichever your palate desired could be found among the many selections.
Multnomah Falls was bursting with essence of autumn. The sound of the falls cascading haphazardly down the moss laden walls. Leaves drifting, falling silently from the canopy above. The smell of freshness; clean and damp, sprinkled by the fine cool mist as we gazed upon the pure beauty set before us.
The natural splendor of fall along the Columbia River was the commodity today, and we the consumers, finished our day feeling fortunate and satisfied.
A serpentine road winds itself through blazing maples, around cone-laden Douglas firs and amongst stately oaks. This roadway perched along the basaltic ledges of Oregon is the manifestation of Sam Hill’s vision and the fruitation of his Engineer, Samuel Lancaster’s, skill to nestle a road into, as opposed to upon, the landscape.
Winding through cherry orchards, spiraling to the top of Rowena Crest and piercing through the hillside at Mosier Tunnels, the Historic Columbia River Highway perfectly frames the grandeur of fall along the Columbia River. The road is not solely a means of getting from one place to another, traversing this pathway is an experience in itself. Writings of the day described it as being a road going “from no place to no where.” Once you start on it, it becomes immediately obvious of its ability to take your senses elsewhere.
Splendor was not only a description of the fall exuberance, it was also the name for one of the 29 varieties of apples and pears picked fresh from Rasmussen’s Orchards of Hood River. Apples of all different sizes, colors, and flavors: crisp, sweet, juicy, tart, or even sour, whichever your palate desired could be found among the many selections.
Multnomah Falls was bursting with essence of autumn. The sound of the falls cascading haphazardly down the moss laden walls. Leaves drifting, falling silently from the canopy above. The smell of freshness; clean and damp, sprinkled by the fine cool mist as we gazed upon the pure beauty set before us.
The natural splendor of fall along the Columbia River was the commodity today, and we the consumers, finished our day feeling fortunate and satisfied.
