Hiking Latourell Falls

The Columbia Gorge, bordering Oregon and Washington States, is home to more than 77 waterfalls, mostly on the Oregon side. Some are more isolated than others, but many are accessible after a moderate hike. The Latourell Falls hike is considered ‘moderate’ with an elevation gain of 635 feet to the upper falls.

Near the trail head, Mr. N and I stopped for a ‘photo op’ with the lower falls in the background. Passersby commented on how well behaved we are. I guess they don’t know Mr. N and I have a secret about that–we work for treats!!Lower Latourell FallsMom was careful going up the trail with it’s many tree roots and rocks. There were places where there were steep drop-offs, but she held my leash tightly. trail to upper Latourell Falls The trail wound around the top of the waterfall and meandered on up through the forest.

Lower Latourell FallsLogs were down in many places, often over the stream. You see I’m still not wet–what’s up with that??On a logWe finally made it to the upper fallsUpper Latourell FallsIMG_8756And I was finally able to get my furs wet!Happy Sage

In a Fog

It’s been HOT in Portland, so off to the beach we went. Only to get there to find it was so cold and foggy we couldn’t even see the ocean!

‘What’s up with that’ I say?

Not to be deterred, the intrepid duo (that would be Mr. N and me) took off anyway–running, of course. After all, adventures can be made in any kind of weather. Sage & Mr. N running

Right?

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We met another hearty soul and my herding genes kicked in. I knew they couldn’t lose me in this silly ol’ fog! Running on the beach

Of course, that heated me up (who said it was cold??) and was I ever happy to find a streamlet flowing down to the ocean. Mr. N said I was nuts… Cooling downResting on a stumpBut, after I found a ball. I said ‘who’s nuts now?’ After all, balls are next best to just about anything!

Mr. N thought it was HIS precious.      WHAT??

playing ballI’m such a push-over for him.

 

My Really Bad Poem

I told Mom we had to write a B..A..D poem.

Why, she said.

Well…because Oz said so.

I banged out something on Mom’s puter and here it is–in all it’s badness.

I’m hot

(And I know you’re not.)

There is that sun

Shining down where I run.

Where is the water?

I continue to run.

My tongue hangs out

My nose seeks out…

Water.

I lap from the bowl

But know I need more.

I can sense

The river is near.

I look to my Mom

She says to go on

The river is near.

My tummy is wet

The river is cool.

I am NO FOOL.

And now I’m not hot!

That’s it, folks. What can I say???

 

Sticks, Sticks and More Sticks!

Always eager for adventure, a day at the river with Mr. N and Mort of Dogthusiast was filled with sticks and mischief. I’m always up for a game of stick–especially if it’s thrown into the river! Sage

Fetch and swimming go together, at least that’s what I say. Bringing back a stick

I got back to the river bank and who was waiting for me? None other than my bud, Mr. N–eager to do a little stick-stealing.  Coming ashore

And of course, I let him.Here you are, Mr. N!

He was all into it–and got a bit muddy in the process. :DA good game of tugMeanwhile, Mort found a stick of his own.

Let's see you throw this one!

Let’s see you throw this one!

 He didn’t get any takers, so I challenged him to a game of chase.Mort & SageI was a blur….

And we had fun!