For my birthday/Mother’s Day, daughter and son-in-law L&A gave me a wonderful getaway to a bed-and-breakfast in Parkdale, at the foot of Mt. Hood.
Saturday morning we drove east through the Columbia River Gorge, always a delight. We stopped at Crown Point and reviewed the history of making the highway through the gorge, complete with tunnels and bridges, and we took pictures, as always. 
The forecast for Parkdale and Portland was dismal, dismal and more dismal, so I was grateful for every moment I wasn’t actually getting dripped on. As it turned out, we actually had sunbreaks and saw Mt. Hood in the afternoon.
We drove along this remarkable stretch of highway which must have a blog of its own one day. The waterfalls and stone walls are wonderful. 
We stopped at the historic Columbia Gorge Hotel for lunch. We had stayed there twenty years ago and it was lovely to be there again, just as charming.
We walked in the gardens there:
Then we headed into Hood River for some antiques shopping. Alas, we found no antiques but we did find a book store to support. I bought Ifferisms an anthology of aphorisms by Dr. Mardy Grothe because I had written a college paper on the subject and it seemed quite amusing. And a beautiful children’s book, of course.
Our money still in our pockets, we headed to Parkdale through the miles of apple and pear orchards. Hood River orchards provide 75% of the nation’s pears, I learned.
A cheesecake was on the table in our room when we arrived! At 6PM a fondue tray with breads and fruits arrived.
It was so lovely to sit and read with no street noise, no telephone or cells, no voices asking for anything. Just quiet. Just reading together, Popsy rubbing my feet. Later on, I took a nap. On purpose: not one of those dozing off in the chair naps. The kind where the absolute peace and lack of agenda calls you to stretch out across the bed sideways with an afghan and just close your eyes. Mmmm.
From our windows you could see Mt. Hood, and doesn’t it look good considering the “dismal” forecast?
Bouquet on our table from the yard. Love those shadows!
Not so fuzzy with a flash, but no shadows, either.
After breakfast the next morning we dallied in the garden. I enjoyed our innkeeper’s umbrellas:
In Mary’s garden:
And as we came around Mt Hood on our way home, guess what we saw!
Can you see the snow flying onto the windshield? It’s May 23, for pity sakes.
And so we leave this mini-adventure with some tales untold and with hearts full of rest and peace. A lovely inn, a lovely innkeeper, an indulgent husband, and 2 wonderful kids who sent me out to see the world. Thank you!
