As I climbed the switchbacks on old highway 30 leading to the overlook above, I was passed by a group of cyclists. One of them shouted to me, you are tough. If I’m so tough, I wondered, then why are you passing me? When I descended into the town of Hood River, I got my answer.
Hood River Is the mecca for kite boarding and wind surfing. It is a fantastic place that draws enthusiasts from all over the world. The harder the wind blows, the happier they are. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that it blows even harder in the Dakotas!
I camped in Viento State Park last night. Viento means wind in Spanish. They told me that is purely coincidental, but I don’t believe them.
Oh, and there are vineyards and wine tasting rooms on historic highway 30. At this one I met a group of e-cyclists. They said they didn’t need the rest, but wanted some wine!
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