Gorging Ourselves (BBB Edition) #PDX #ColumbiaGorge


A hop, skip, and a jump up the Columbia River. There and back again. A gobbet’s journey.

Last Friday my wife and I left the PDX zone and carved our way up the Columbia River Gorge. This is our humble travel blog.

Why is this called the “BBB Edition?” The clever reader will find three “B” words carefully hidden within this post that will illuminate. See if you can find them all.

All photographs taken by Tom B. Taker except where noted.

1. Portland, Oregon

Human Population: 609,456 (2013)
Tattoo Population: 4.2 million (estimated)

Base camp. PDX. Stumptown. The City of Roses. Rip City. Bridgetown. Portlandia. Beervana. Little Beirut. The largest city in Oregon. A place where things are kept decidedly weird. The proud home of Voodoo Doughnuts and Salt & Straw where we trick tourists into waiting in line.

Image courtesy of Mrs. Abyss.

Image courtesy of Mrs. Abyss.

We loaded our cameras in our trusty Suburu Outback with big plans of driving 10 mph slower than other traffic on the highway. But first we swam the majestic Willamette River which is 99% microbrew beer and a superfund site. That’s multitasking.

Our day was going to consist of a short jaunt up the Columbia River Gorge that, regardless of Sunset Magazine’s penchant for Highway 101 on the coast, is arguably the most breathtaking scenery that Oregon has to offer. The same Columbia River sailed by Lewis and Clark and the Corps of Discovery in 1805. Fun fact: There were slightly less McDonald’s back then.

Columbia River Gorge

The Columbia River Gorge began forming as far back as the Miocene (roughly 17 to 12 million years ago), and continued to take shape through the Pleistocene (2 million to 700,000 years ago). During this period the Cascades Range was forming, which slowly moved the Columbia River’s delta about 100 miles (160 km) north to its current location.

Although the river slowly eroded the land over this period of time, the most drastic changes took place at the end of the last Ice Age when the Missoula Floods cut the steep, dramatic walls that exist today, flooding the river as high up as Crown Point. This quick erosion left many layers of volcanic rock exposed.

Source: Wikipedia

2. Multnomah Falls, Oregon

Distance from PDX: 30 miles (35 minutes)
B-Word: Broken (Camera)
Website: http://multnomahfallslodge.com

Take Interstate 84 east from Portland and soon you’ll find Multnomah Falls, a world famous tourist destination and listed as Oregon’s tallest waterfall in Oregon.

It was here we discovered that my wife’s camera liked to say “LENS ERROR,” most likely due to a single grain of sand and photography was, of course, the primary objective of the trip. Perfect!

Pro Tip: We hit the I-84 Multnomah Falls parking lot before 8am on a Friday. It was just as secluded as we dared to hope. A foot path is provided under the interstate to the grounds where we found an even closer parking lot. (But I have no idea how to drive there. Dammit.) There is also a lodge with a forestry information center, gift shop, and restaurant.

Fun Fact: “Multnomah” is an indigenous people’s word in the Chinookan dialect that means “downriver.”


3. Bridge of the Gods, Oregon/Washington

Distance from PDX: 42 miles (45 minutes)
B-Word: Bridge
B-Word: Bee (Wasp)
Website: http://portofcascadelocks.org/bridge-of-the-gods

Recently made famous in the movie Wild, the Bridge of the Gods is a piece of metal that crosses the mighty Columbia River. It’s also part of the Pacific Crest Trail. We decided to join the elite group of adventurers who have hiked the trail by walking across the bridge. This is no small feat. There’s no pedestrian lane or sidewalk so adventurers are forced to dance among the cars and trucks.

Before attempting the bridge, we saw a group taking off on the Pacific Crest Trail. Then, while paying our $5 fee to park, my wife was stung on the top of her head by a wasp. The bees are hidden inside the park sign. Clever. In addition to being our third B-word this made her dizzy and queasy just in time for dangling over the river. Good times.

Fun Fact: Near the location of the modern Bridge of the Gods was a natural dam created by a mudslide that eventually breached and was washed away by the river, an event “remembered in local legends of the Native Americans as the Bridge of the Gods.” (Wikipedia.)


4. Rowena Crest Viewpoint, Mosier, Oregon

Distance from PDX: 77 miles (1 hour 19 minutes)
Website: Nature.org

Our next stop was a viewpoint high above the Columbia River that offered amazing views of the gorge to the east and west. It’s on the historic U.S. Route 30 which is the same road right down the street from where we live. This highway stretches all the way from Astoria, Oregon to Atlantic City, New Jersey. (Lombard Street in Portland is also known as The US 30 Bypass and crosses the St. Johns Bridge where protesters recently dangled trying to stop Shell Oil.) We found sign in the form of a single boot that not all hikers survive to tell tales of their visit to Rowena Crest. On the Washington side of the river the peak of Mount Adams was visible in the distance.


5. The Dalles, Oregon

Distance from PDX: 83 miles (1 hour 23 minutes)
Restaurant: Riverenza Cafe
Website: http://www.riverenza.net

We stopped for lunch and had panini (plural) in a church that has been converted into a restaurant. It was a welcome respite from the burden of our wheel-based travels.


6. Maryhill Museum of Art, Goldendale, Washington

Distance from PDX: 109 miles (1 hour 52 minutes)
Website: http://www.maryhillmuseum.org

Driving further east on I-84 we eventually crossed the Columbia River into Washington at Biggs Junction, Oregon, using the Sam Hill Memorial Bridge. No, not that Sam Hill. This Sam Hill came later and was a famous Oregonian who in the early 1900s championed modern roads along the Columbia River Gorge and in the Pacific Northwest. He tried to found a town in this location which is now known as Maryhill.

Nearby is a full-size replica of Stonehenge he built in 1929 as a World War I memorial. Sam Hill really liked to built things.

He also built a fantastical structure that was originally going to be his home but eventually became a museum featuring items gifted by Queen Marie of Romania, works by Auguste Rodin, and artifacts from indigenous peoples of North America. The structure is quite an oddity in the middle of nowhere perched on a ridge high upon the Washington side of the Columbia River.

I didn’t take many pictures here because the museum tour took two hours so I’ve borrowed one from Wikipedia.


Sam Hill Memorial Bridge

“MaryhillMuseumFront” by Cacophony on Wikipedia. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Commons.

7. Cascade Locks, Oregon

Distance from PDX: 42 miles (45 minutes)
Restaurant: Brigham Fish Market
Website: http://brighamfish.com

We came back home on the Washington side of the river, then crossed back into Oregon at the Bridge of the Gods. This put us in the town of Cascade Locks where we found the Brigham Fish Market and met some wonderful people who loaded us up with chowder and salmon. When we got back home we already had a delicious dinner and didn’t have to cook because our trip had taken 12 hours. Smart.

Image borrowed from Brigham Fish Market website.

Image borrowed from Brigham Fish Market website.

8. Portland, Oregon

Finally we arrived back home and concluded our trip: Bridges, Bees and Broken cameras. We hope you enjoyed the ride.

7 responses

  1. Actually, it IS that Sam Hill. I saw Halley’s Comet in Goldendale. To be clear, I was in Goldendale, the comet was somewhere in the cosmos.

    True fact: Every time I cross the Columbia I sing Woody Guthrie’s “Roll on Columbia.” Fortunately, I make the drive alone most of the time, although I haven’t been that way in several years now.
    Astoria to Atlantic City would be an interesting drive–Goonies to goons.

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    1. Don’t you know how I painstakingly research every single quantum of data in my posts? 🙂 I watched a video on Sam Hill before writing this piece. They claimed in the video he was not the source of the phrase. Based on your challenge, I dug deeper and found this:

      “The millionaire Samuel Hill, a businessman and “good roads” advocate in the Pacific Northwest, became associated with the phrase in the 1920s. A reference appeared in Time magazine when Hill convinced Queen Marie of Romania to travel to rural Washington to dedicate Hill’s Maryhill Museum of Art. The fact that “Father of Good Roads” Samuel Hill hadn’t been born when the figure of speech first appeared in a publication rules out the possibility that he was the original Sam Hill in question.”

      Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Hill_%28euphemism%29

      Against all odds I resisted the urge to crack any Sam Hill jokes while I was in the museum. Is that maturity?

      Did you see Halley’s Comet at the Stonehenge? If so, you’re probably lucky you weren’t abducted by aliens.

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      1. Apologies. I had long believed that was the source of the “Sam Hill” expression.

        And actually, I am a filthy, filthy liar. I saw Halley’s Comet at the Goldendale Observatory in Goldendale, Washington. However, I did go to Stonehenge (the red, white & blue one, not its pale limey imitator) on that same trip.

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  2. Got family back that way. One of these days I’ll get myself up there. A whole lot of beauty.☕️❤️

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    1. We just did a mini-version of this trip. We took the old U.S. Route 30 and found the Multnomah Falls parking lot and two more waterfalls: Horsetail Falls and Wahkeena Falls that we missed the first time out.


  3. The Sam Hill bridge reminds me of a scene in The Untouchables. Also, your shoe kills me.

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    1. I’m the kind of photographer who doesn’t like to stage scenes to optimize a shot. I live in reality, yo, so I shoot what I find. And I typically only take a single shot, too. That’s the level of my patience. So, what I’m saying is that the boot is exactly how we found it. A single boot in the wilderness kills me, too. I interpreted it as someone saying, “We found this boot here. We found no trace of the boot owner. Beware! Here be dragons.”


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