Columbia Gorge National Scenic Area, Washington
~7.7 miles, 1200 feet elevation gain
going eastside |
When it’s raining in Portland, the solution is often to head east. In search of some sun, or at least semi-dry weather, J.B. and I headed out past Hood River with her new friend, a tiny Cattle Dog/Shiba Inu mix named Shenzi.
Shenzi nose meets camera |
The Coyote Wall area is one of my go-to winter hiking areas.
It’s situated in that transition zone of the Gorge where East meets West and
prairie meadow grasses and oak trees dominant the basalt cliffs. It’s open and
windswept, all gold and orange compared to the wintery green and stormy west
side closer to Portland. Entertainingly enough, every time I head to the CoyoteWall area in Hood River, I get lost. This time was no exception. Generally,
however, the landscape is open enough and with enough pertinent landmarks that
“lost” is relative. And it’s always that beautiful kind of lost: never too
isolated and with enough bail-out plans to make it a comfortable experience.
All gold and orange |
Conveniently, it’s also been long enough since I’ve visited
the Coyote Wall that I forgot that the Washington
Trails Association has done an amazing amount of work recently in the area,
rerouting and decommissioning trails. So while J.B. and I weren’t precisely
lost, nothing looked perfectly familiar either. It made for entertaining trail
talk.
And it was a beautiful day. The sky threatened rain that
never came, and the remaining fall color along the hillsides was frequently
punctuated by gorgeous late afternoon light. The most entertaining part of the
day, however, was watching J.B.’s new little gal, Shenzi, a rescue from FamilyDogs New Life, come out of her shell on the trail.
checking out the view together |
sealing the deal as trail buddies |
Shenzi digging the Labyrinth |
J.B. frolicking on the Labyrinth trail |
I have a soft spot in my heart for rescue animals, and it’s
always rewarding to watch those with a trampled past suddenly realize that they
are safe, they are loved, and the whole world is before them. Both of Andy and I's old
dogs were rescues with tremendous personality quirks, but they always loved us
and the trail. Shenzi with J.B. on this day was no exception, and it was like watching a
light bulb go on when the little gal suddenly got a case of the zoomies in the tall, windswept
grasses.
Yup. She’s a keeper.
And now I have major dog envy. {Sigh}