It's all you need to survive in Hood River.
Just for Kev. Here is a true bodging masterpiece - I wonder how well it works? Smoke must be generated in the old wood-stove, well away from the Weber cook-unit. MMMmmmmmMMMMMmmmm southern barbecue. Emma is more interested in the bits that must have spilled out.
Swimmin' the Columbia, we noted they were going downstream, landing in a manicured swim area and under the gaze of a supervisor doing a head count!
Fine print everywhere. Some people just love writing regulations.
Whhaaaa? More rules?
AAaaargh! You can spend your whole afternoon with the regulations.
Violators of the Park, Playground and/or Beach Rules are summarily carted off. They won't need their clothes - they are all given very nice orange jumpsuits for life.
Today Russ tests his climbing prowess on this technical wall - now we need to consult Anne - Marie. Emma is bemused.
Just one last reg.
mmmm Tofurky.
The Corner Pocket, our roadway signpost indicating it's time to turn up to our temporary home in Lyle, this one last time. Off to Detroit Lake tomorrow.
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