Where to begin when we've kept notes but hardly had the time to put together our story?
We encountered our first 'Trump' flag placed in the ground at the front of a home as we made our way through the North reaches of Oregon. Though prominently above this statement of support was another much larger banner which read, 'Thank You Jesus'. We smiled, as we passed, neither of us particularly appreciative of either.
This did make us recall the lack of options when scanning FM radio stations in the van. Of the two options, you find what you think may be a good one. It begins with strong guitar and drums, you think you may have heard it before, "I see the world... The world.... sees me..." Ooh, this could be good, then it takes a turn, "Though I feel him... looking down at meeeeeeee." You're a little uncertain, but go with the flow. "OOOOOHHHH JESUS He is my man, my man that I love. For heeeeeeee died for my siiiiiiiiiins." Oh for the love of.
It's now become a routine of constant scanning and we're actually happy to listen to white scratching noise for the best part of half an hour before we scan some more. The quirkiest thing though, which brings a grin to our faces. When we do happen to find a station unrelated to someone else's Lord, we praise the Lord and laugh.
This did make us recall the lack of options when scanning FM radio stations in the van. Of the two options, you find what you think may be a good one. It begins with strong guitar and drums, you think you may have heard it before, "I see the world... The world.... sees me..." Ooh, this could be good, then it takes a turn, "Though I feel him... looking down at meeeeeeee." You're a little uncertain, but go with the flow. "OOOOOHHHH JESUS He is my man, my man that I love. For heeeeeeee died for my siiiiiiiiiins." Oh for the love of.
It's now become a routine of constant scanning and we're actually happy to listen to white scratching noise for the best part of half an hour before we scan some more. The quirkiest thing though, which brings a grin to our faces. When we do happen to find a station unrelated to someone else's Lord, we praise the Lord and laugh.
We made our way into Hood River after some lovely evenings around Mt Hood. A stop off for supplies led us to our first Walmart experience. A trolly each, as that appeared to be what one does, and a gathering of items in bulk form. We weren't able to grab as many of our grocery items as preferred, though the highlight was definitely Jamie being complimented twice on her dress. We'll be sure to make necessary resupply missions to Walmarts in the future.
Hood River appeared a lovely town, along the Columbia river, plenty of wind and kite surfing taking place. We were concerned only once when a kite surfer looked to be learning their trade kept falling as a barge slowly pushed towards them. Fortunately friends helped as the barge was in no position to divert.
Enjoying our time in the town, we chose to pay the fee for a local camping site, most significantly in the interest of the showers. Just along the river we met a nice campsite 'Host', Bob, who had the time to chat and organise us a place. Bob is a retired police officer who made his way around various camp sites to look after them, as well as provide some minor maintenance work. He was at Hood River for three more months before meeting up with some friends at a new site further South. We thanked Bob very much, then made for the showers. We each had three showers in the space of 12 hours, we could not have been happier. That and a stock up of blackberries was divine.
We spent the night doing some more wild life research, to add to our bear encounters, we were now experts on cougars. While the bears we had to avoid eye contact, cougars we had to maintain eye contact. Our only worry was if the damn cougars and bears teamed up together. Then we were in trouble.
Hood River appeared a lovely town, along the Columbia river, plenty of wind and kite surfing taking place. We were concerned only once when a kite surfer looked to be learning their trade kept falling as a barge slowly pushed towards them. Fortunately friends helped as the barge was in no position to divert.
Enjoying our time in the town, we chose to pay the fee for a local camping site, most significantly in the interest of the showers. Just along the river we met a nice campsite 'Host', Bob, who had the time to chat and organise us a place. Bob is a retired police officer who made his way around various camp sites to look after them, as well as provide some minor maintenance work. He was at Hood River for three more months before meeting up with some friends at a new site further South. We thanked Bob very much, then made for the showers. We each had three showers in the space of 12 hours, we could not have been happier. That and a stock up of blackberries was divine.
We spent the night doing some more wild life research, to add to our bear encounters, we were now experts on cougars. While the bears we had to avoid eye contact, cougars we had to maintain eye contact. Our only worry was if the damn cougars and bears teamed up together. Then we were in trouble.
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