Muss My Hair

Sunday we went up little-known Sevenmile Hill near Chenoweth, OR. No trail, and much steeper than it looks. No trees until the top make it hard to gauge distance. The balsamroot and lupin was in full bloom, and Mt Hood to the southwest kept us company. Blackbirds and meadowlarks sang, a few cow moos and train whistles. At the top we had lunch in the shade of a ponderosa surrounded by a grove of oaks and flowers, with the gorge and Mt Adams beyond.

Mt Hood.

Clear border between grazed and wild hillside.

Moo moo and looking east along Columbia river.

The Dalles.

Western end of Stacker Butte on the Washington side of the river. Doug’s Beach is at the bottom. There’s some area to explore here too, though may have to wait until next spring when the poison oak is little again.

Mt Adams, Lyle, WA. The cliffs on the right have the Lyle Convict Road at the bottom.

View from our picnic blanket. Not too shabby.

I love these little guys. They have little blue stripes that remind me of circus tents. I think they are Bicolor triteleia.

Then stopped by to see the White Salmon Sees at Everybody’s Brewpub before heading home. A good day.