Days 17 an 18. July 11th and 12th.
Well, my concern over when I would see my Dad again was short-lived. After a frantic search in my room and a text to him, my wallet was left in his car when I got out the night before. He was a real trooper and drove back to Cascade Locks from Portland to give me my wallet. In case you are counting, he has bailed me out about four times on this trip.
Cascade Locks is an interesting town. The museum was closed, but there were some helpful permanent displays that gave a good history. In a nutshell, it has historically been a choke point on the Columbia River. For thousands of years, people came here to cross. The most recent form is the Bridge of The Gods. I was interested to note this is a toll bridge so guess the gods have to pay their way out here.
There are a limited number of restaurants in this town. By the time we left, we had patronized each one. Plus we raided the local grocery store.
On the second day, I got up early and went running. The trail to the Eagle Falls was closed, but I was able to go a mile before turning back and then running through town.
It was a nice place with great people, but I think all of us were eager to get back on trail.
backpacking over the hill 