Day 1: We climbed out of Hood River and went up for about 26 miles. Here's us at the beginning before we all realized just how much this would hurt. Also one of the first glimpses of Mt. Hood, you'll notice how much closer we get over time. And here's Nick puzzling over the map, we did that a lot and for a good chunk of the first day we weren't totally sure that we were in the right place. We were mostly, but we did take a few detours. And this is the inside of our hut day 1. All of the huts were like this and were just what we needed at the end of the day.
Day 2: I'm actually not sure how we got back on the bikes for day 2, but we did. We started climbing again first thing in the morning and hit the high point (elevation wise) about noon at almost 6000 feet. We rode about 38 miles day 2, we saw some snow, I bit it on my bike and we rode through miles of sand at the end of the day. The day 2 hut was next to a nice little stream and we got a chance to clean up a little bit and rinse our clothes. This was a great idea until we had to don soggy clothes the next morning. Oh well, live and learn.
Day 3: It got a lot more painful to get back on the bike and took longer each day to warm up stiff muscles. We rode/walked up the Barlow road and wondered about people ever managed this with a wagon train. We hit pavement mid morning and it was glorious. We took Hwy 26 up over a peak and then coasted down for 13ish miles. It was the fasted miles we did on the trip. Nick went so fast he needed to make a detour up the runaway truck ramp. We stopped in Rhododendron for some smoothies and then along the Zigzag river so Nick could fish and Jan and I could wash up. On the way out of Zigzag, Jan and I stopped by the campground that we went to as kids and took a trip down memory lane by using the outhouses there. Good times. Then we climbed up over Lolo pass for the next 13ish miles and the hut was sitting at the top of the pass. We were supposed to do about 46 miles for the day, but we took some shortcuts and made it about 36.
Day 4: At last it was a downhill day. We descended from Lolo pass down into Hood River again. It was good to be going downhill all day because I'm not sure that we could have done any more climbing. All in all it was a great trip, but I've never been happier to see a car in my life.
Here are are a few photos from Erin's time in Portland. She spent a lot of time pushing that stroller around and loved it.