After our 13 mile hike along the Eagle Creek Trail, we returned to Hood River for flights of beer and burgers at pFriem. I was very excited by the note in the men's bathroom above the changing table. This hospitality is lacking in so many places which don't even have changing tables in the men's rooms.
Across the street was Waterfront Park and a creative, unusual playground area with grassy berms, climbing walls, giant wooden xylophones, and more. I missed Sebastian in the moment. Clearly my mind was pivoting to my return home.
The lake was filled with paragliders, their colourful chutes floating across the crisp blue skies.
We meandered along the waterfront and I took my shoes off in order to enjoy the grass on bare feet--making sure to avoid the goose shit.
Friday we slept in, ate breakfast in Parkland at a place decorated with reggae and NASCAR memorabilia and a poster from The Crow. The coffee was very bad.
We cleaned up the cabin and departed, deciding to drive up and over the mountain instead of down the gorge. We arrived at McMenamins, where Dan had brought me three years before, for lunch and to kill time drinking beer and playing shuffleboard. The place was filling up with evening concert goers, but we enjoyed the activity and browsed the shops, including watching the glass blower.
Dan dropped me at the airport early so he could get home to his wife. He had to leave town again the next day for a church conference.
As I've typed this probable last post on my Oregon hiking journey, I've been listening to Aaron Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man, always a great accompaniment to the landscapes of the American West.