"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime"-MARK TWAIN

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Wednesday, June 22

Started the day with a good breakfast cooked in the campground. Then hooked up and moved about 10 miles up the road to the Bonneville Dam. Watched the fish through the glass windows as they negotiated the fish ladders. Also stopped by the fish hatchery and saw a very large sturgeon. The Columbia river is running very high due to the large snowmass still in the mountains, and the turbulence below the dam was fierce. Would not have liked to be out there in a boat.

They had some beautiful roses growing around the grounds. Some orange, along with the normal red, and even a purple one.

Windsurfer on his board in the middle of the river.

Mt. Hood looms large over this part of the gorge.

As we drove on up the gorge eastward, the terrain began to change. We went from cool and damp, to warm and dry. You can see how brown everything is just 30-40 miles further up than we were yesterday.
We began to see tree farms along the highway. All cottonwoods, of every size. Hundreds of acres in each grove. They had signs showing they were renewable energy sources. I figure they were also getting “carbon credits” for growing them; whatever that is.

We arrived at the campground tonight which is close to the highway. It is called Immigrant Springs. It was a stopover on the Oregon Trail in the mid 1800's. The pioneers got water out of these very springs which are still flowing today.

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