Yesterday, Wednesday, June 19th, we struck our tents at Edgefield and headed off for new adventures. Our driver has been doing brilliantly on this trip and the fact that he made a wrong turn as we left the Edgefield driveway did nothing to shake our confidence in his abilities.
Our final destination for the day was Sisters in central Oregon but our midway stop (at Heather’s specific request and to everyones’ general delight) was Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood.*
Timberline Lodge was constructed during the Great Depression of the 1930’s. Construction began in 1935 and was completed in 1938. The work was done by three of Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal organizations: The Works Progress Administration (WPA), the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), and the Federal Art Project (FAP). Wherever one comes down politically on the New Deal public works projects or the current political divide, one has to admit that we are richer for having this incredible building on this magnificent mountain.
Built of local materials by out-of-work laborers and artists, it is splendid. The design, art and furnishings were inspired by three major themes: Native Americans, the pioneers, and Cascadia. Many of the materials were recycled: Enormous utility poles became newel posts anchoring the stairways with their mass and decorating them with their whimsical carvings; railroad rails were forged into andirons with curled ends inspired by rams’ horns; surplus World War I uniforms worn by the workers were cleaned, cut, dyed and hooked into the rugs that warmed the floors of the rooms; old linoleum was used as the canvas for painted murals.
We had the good fortune to stumble onto the beginning of a tour when we arrived. Without that serendipity, the two paragraphs above would not have been possible. We had a great guide.
We also had a very good lunch with a view. When we drove up the mountain to the lodge, the sky, which had been cloud covered at Edgefield and for much of our drive, cleared and gave us a glorious view of Mt. Hood. During lunch, thin layers of cloud drifted across the mountain and then away allowing us to play peek-a-boo with the view.
After bidding good bye to Mt. Hood, we continued southish on Highways 26 and 97 going through many different landscapes as well as the Warm Springs Reservation before ending up in Sisters at Five Pine Lodge. H and J in the Allen cabin, M and V in the Willitts, happy hour in the lodge, burgers in the roadhouse.
*Mt. Hood is the name given the mountain in 1792 by a member of the Vancouver exploration party. Hood being the name of some British Admiral who fought against us in the Revolutionary War. The Native American name given by the Multnomah people is Wy’east. I think we should reclaim the original name.