The population growth of Hood River is probably a lot like you’d expect it would be: As transportation got faster from the 1850s onward, more people came
“When our party had about decided that the lake we sought would have to remain lost, I chanced to look down a canyon, and through the dense smoke of a forest fire, thought I saw water ..."
The Youth of Heart of Hospice/YoHOHs tried something new this summer, writes Volunteer Coordinator Jayne Mederios.
WELL SAID: “It’s not what you don’t know that kills you, it’s what you know for sure that ain’t true.” — Mark Twain
Solog ale fest returns to Parkdale Aug. 20; Hood Crest grand opening Saturday; more
I’m usually known as a cynic, but lately I’m more likely to be a sap. It’s my way of surviving.
4-H Fair results started in our Aug. 3 edition, and continue here. Open Class results will appear in the Aug. 10 edition.
“It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.”
Eye Opener Lion Tony Merz writes:
Gorge Soup for the Arts is seeking presenter applications from individuals or teams who are starting a new artistic endeavor or community initiative centered on the arts.
Cool July weather, plus an extended schedule, led to an all-time fair attendance record for the Hood River County Fair, said Manager Doris Jensen after the four-day run ended Saturday night.
The all-important culmination of a year’s work — the annual 4-H/FFA Livestock Auction — happens at the Hood River County Fair July 29 beginning at 4:30 p.m. in Kirby Ring.
Odell service station one of longest-running family-owned businesses in the county
It’s pretty impressive when a business hits the 70 year mark.
I love seeing how this community comes together selflessly to help, support, and encourage one another. Especially now with so much divisiveness in the world, we definitely need activities, events, and causes to bring us together and find common ground. When we connect and engage in a positive way, amazing things happen.
TWIST-OFF fate: customers at food carts in the Hood River News parking lot have been imbedding beverage caps in the tar seam. There’s now a line of more than a 100, creeping ever eastward.