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When our railbike instructor used the word “throttle” in our pre-trip safety briefing, my heart did a little happy dance. Although our 11-mile journey along the Hood River through forests and orchards to Pine Grove and back did not end up

Being a sucker for waterfalls and intrigued by the idea of travelling by trolley to some of the more popular destinations along the Columbia Gorge, I set off this morning on a Grey Line ride with get on and get off stops at seven iconic falls along h

What a great way to make a Friday night count. Our singles’ ministry packed up food and school supplies for special-needs children from low income families in the Portland area. Afterwards, we enjoyed a buffet dinner with pulled pork, taco meat

Leaning back in my booth next to the large picture window of the vintage diesel-electric heritage train chugging down the tracks, I felt the rhythmic sway of the engine, sipped my hot tea, breathed in the scent of the bunch of fresh lavender stalks o

Setting off through thick clusters of Sitka Spruce at the beginning of the trailhead from the Oregon Dunes Day Use Area, I reflected on how remarkable it was that I could be surrounded by dense prickly-looking evergreen foliage and at the same time h

As I chewed into my bacon ciabatta breakfast sandwich at the Creswell Bakery and the egg yolk ran past the savory house cured bacon, gooey Tillamook cheese, and freshly baked bread down my chin, I couldn’t help grinning thinking about how today

With the hot sun bearing down on us and temperatures in the mid to high 80’s, my best friend and I leaned back on our inner tube floating gently down the Deschutes River in Bend, luxuriating in the feel of the cold refreshing water underneath u

Pulling up to the southern end of Crater Lake and parking at the Sinnott Memorial Observation Station, I gazed out at the bold, brilliant, blue waters in wonder, marveling at the stark contrast the pop of color made against the dusty light-tan dirt o

With a rhythmic “thwack, crunch, thwack, crunch” I firmly placed my trekking poles in the volcanic cinders and carefully set my feet between the protruding piles of volcanic scree littering the path as the terrain flattened out and I emer

After one last pit stop in the Bay Area, I am now heading north towards home, filled with fond memories of my time in SF, many of them of the time spent admiring the reddish orange steel suspension bridge that captivated my heart ever since I was a l