Hiya: Sasquatch here. Squatch for short.
If you’re into SNOW. There is SO MUCH SNOW in the Hood River area this year!
As a Sasquatch, I’m good with that stuff, but sheesh, my fur stands out in all that WHITE.
Thankfully I’m blurry in photos.
If you are a part of a group i.e. of writers, readers, fishermen, meditators, skiers or moms, Lodge 902 is the ultimate spot this winter or spring for your flock’s RETREAT. Hey large families! Greetings, all you crafters, co-workers, soccer teams, cosmetologists, knitters, surgeons, snowshoers, Toast Masters and road bikers! We invite you to chilax in Hood River’s most cozy, most unusually decorated house. Men’s groups, church-goers, storytellers, crotchet practitioners, long-time friends, couples, sorority sisters, beekeepers! Imagine your clan cooking, mingling by the fireplace, soaking up the veranda views and strolling on the Columbia in between sessions of connecting.
Hiya! Sasquatch here.
Hood River in the fall is magical. The sky is as clear as the lake water by my hideout. The air is as warm as my belly fur after a cozy night's sleep. And, of course, there are less humans in town so I can put my guard down.
If you're escaping to Hood River this fall, here are some ideas for what to do besides stalk me:
“Come on, take a little swig,” Ellen said to me with amusement.
“Just to see what all the commotion is about, Squatch,” added Sarah.
These two! The co-owners of Lodge 902 in Hood River can really apply the inter-species pressure to a Sasquatch like me. I'm elusive and impressive! But in this singular moment I morphed into a pimply ninth grader stuttering through my braces. First, they swindled me into staying at the Lodge last winter, next they cajoled me into playing host once in a while (which was admittedly enlightening) and now this — sweet talking me into tasting beer.
“Okay, but I normally DISlike whatever you humans DO like,” I grumped.
Hiya: Squatch here.
Humans come to Hood River, Oregon for the wind in their sails, the brew in their gullet, the fruit in their basket, the shush under their skis, the wine on their tongue, the terrain below their bike and the views all around.
And for many, it’s all about the grub in their bellies. It's THAT fantastic here.
Wondering where to eat in Hood River? Squatch and learn people.
Hiya Sasquatch here:
“The thing about being ugly is — there’s no maintenance” I once overheard a human hiker say. I have no idea if I’m a looker or not, but I like to assume I could lure in another statuesque Sasquatch if I really wanted to.
And if, say, I did have fantasies about having a mate with long eyelashes named "Pepper," I might entertain going an adventure like this with it:
Hiya: Squatch here. I’m usually a faultfinder when sleeping away from my luscious lair — my fiddlefern fourposter tucked under a swath of Mount Hood fir trees. But if you desire an uncommon slumber spot of your own in the Columbia Gorge, consider a room at (or renting the whole place) Lodge 902 in Hood River. You won’t regret it. Here’s why:
Reason #6 The Guest Book is a Wall: It was built in 1911, so there’s a mini-room in the foyer that was likely once a telephone room. Now, it hosts the guest book wall(paper). Pick a pair of eyes, grab a Sharpie and add to it! Come back again and find your character.
Hiya! Sasquatch here. Squatch for short.
Here's my latest tout about Hood River -- Oregon's most celebrate getaway town -- through the blog of its newest, funkiest bed and breakfast Lodge 902.
You humans love that squished-and-stowed-away-for-lengthy-amounts-of-time grape drink, wine, but lucky for squirrels and Chihuahuas, you don't love sipping it and then steering your four-wheeled metal-n-glass boxes. Kudos to the Hood River Wine Alliance, a cluster of 8 downtown wineries with walk-to tasting rooms, for solving this quandary. People, you can sip. And, yes, walk on.