They Say it's Spring...
...but I'm still wearing my down jacket.
This morning? It is SNOWING. Where am I, New Hampshire?!
I made my first trip up to Goldendale yesterday afternoon for a meeting with a 4-H youth livestock showing group.
It's too bad I forgot my camera. Goldendale sits well above the Columbia River on the Washington side, and you have to make a long, slow climb out of the Gorge to get to the top of the plateau. Once on top, I saw not only the usual mountain suspects - Adams, St Helens, Hood - but, way down south, Jefferson! Plus a ton of rickety old barns, homesteads, and old-skool cafes and bars. I miss the big wide open spaces of Eastern Oregon; the Gorge, while beautiful, feels claustrophobic sometimes, especially living on the north-facing side (less sun).
No shortage of sun in Goldendale: it was setting just as I left, and I spent the whole windy way back down gaping at the panorama of gold and green and pink. Everything's green right now - well, almost - and it will only be that way for a few weeks in the desert. I need to get back up there again soon.
Closest approximations I could find on flickr:
