Friday, October 22, 2010


We traveled to Hood River, Oregon this past weekend for a friend's wedding. The wedding was held at the home of the bride's parents, with Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams as the backdrop. It was a beautiful, crisp fall day.

The family had done some landscaping in preparation for the wedding, putting bark dust down in their flower beds. What is bark dust, you ask? It's what mulch is called in Oregon...and grass clippings are called mulch. And Einhorn is Finkle.

We also experienced a full-service gas station for the first time, since pumping your own gas is illegal in Oregon. Apparently the law was passed in 1951 due to the possibility of inexperienced pumpers setting themselves on fire. Ironically, when Zach and I were pulling away from the pump, after the eloquently spoken attendant had filled up our tank, I realized the engine had been running the entire time. This is something that has never happened when pumping my own gas. I also got pulled over for going 38 in a 25, which we learned is the speed limit for the entire city of Hood River. Fortunately, I got off with a warning.

On Sunday, along with our friend Jake who was in for the wedding, we took a hike in The Dalles where we had a great view of all the orchards. Afterward we had lunch at the Full Sail brewery.

Then we headed back to Portland, where my aunt and uncle treated us to Greek food at Alexis Restaurant and pastries at Voodoo Doughnut. Their menu includes the Bacon Maple Bar (maple frosting with bacon on top), and the "Tex-ass" which is the size of a small pizza.


  1. Ah Oregon! I was just there too... for and interview. Oct 31- Nov 2. Did we cross paths?

  2. we were already back in Texas by then!