We were like two peas in a pod – Amy and I. We shared an office on the 2nd floor of Quarters C at the Charlestown Navy Yard – our own little pod so to speak. And more often than not we wound up at work wearing nearly identical outfits – not twins necessarily, but the same shade of blue or green or brown or pink (we love the same shades of blue and green and brown and pink). It was uncanny how often it happened. Of course truth be told we share a similar (and might I say pretty darned chic) style. Remember – two peas in a pod.
So now we don’t see each other every day (with me living 3000 miles away and all), but no matter we are still on the same stylish wavelength. Last week when mutual friends of ours were visiting Portland they noticed my red shoes and said – you know Amy is obsessed with her red shoes. And truth be told… so am I. Maybe someday we’ll be able to click the heels of our red shoes together three times, whisper “there’s no place like home” over and over again, and be back together again.
Yup I still miss her!
As we were heading out I said, it’s windy in the Gorge – they have world class windsurfing, but had no idea how small that statement would feel an hour or so later.
Our plan was to drive through the Columbia River Gorge along the old historic highway, stopping at various overlooks and waterfalls on our way to Hood River. A nice Sunday drive kind of day. But at our first stop on Crown Point we found 50-60 mph sustained winds which made it difficult to walk outside the car. So we drove to what I thought was a sheltered area on the hilltop and tried to get out of the car again.
I knew the wind was intense so was holding on to the door with two hands while easing it open. A second later a 100 mph wind gust ripped the door out of my hands and bent it back on itself denting the front fender. Getting out of the car I was nearly pushed over by the wind and tried to close the car door, but with no luck. The hinges were warped and the door off alignment so no matter how hard I tried it would not shut. (and trust me I tried!)
At this point I’m standing OUTSIDE the car and realizing I need to get back INSIDE the car, but didn’t want the wind to take the door for a ride again. I waited for the wind to “die down” and eased my way back into the driver’s seat. Of course now I’m stuck holding onto the door with all my strength as the wind keeps trying to rip it out of my hands again. So dilemma number two presents itself. I can’t sit here just holding on to the door. I need to get out of the wind that is now rocking the car back and forth, but how do you drive while holding onto a door.
So I hand the keys to my friend who turns on the car. While I hold onto the door and push the gas, she shifts gears and steers. Now if you’ve never been to Crown Point then you should know that this “point” is on the edge of a cliff and the winding road hugs the edges of said cliff, which we were now having to drive down. It took about a half-mile to find a turnout that was shielded from the hurricane-like gusts.
The tour of the Gorge had come to an end, but what a tour it was. We didn’t get to see Multnomah Falls – the star attraction- but did catch a glimpse of a few waterfalls from the seat of the tow truck. A tow truck that had just the week before rescued another car off Crown Point whose door had suffered the same fate.
Welcome to Oregon! There’s world class windsurfing in the Gorge.
Here are videos of similar wind conditions at Crown Point about a month ago:
i first found my brick on my 14th birthday
i’ve found it only a few times since then
my name is worn
rain has flowed into the grooves
feet have shuffled over this spot for 25 years
in portland’s pioneer courthouse square