Across the bridge

August the 18th I slept in. I was at the luxurious Timberline lodge sleeping. On a Cloud of feathers or at least a mattress stuffed with them. I was warmly snuggled under the feather duvet with a cool mountain breeze coming down from Mount Hood that stood outside the open window next to my bed. It was not a morning to be in any particular hurry but my nature also doesn’t allow me to lie in after sunrise. Still my being in bed past 6 am was wonderful as I forced myself up and began to organize my resupply from my box. Uphill was having issues with his foot and had figured out it was from his shoes so he was trying to find a way to get new ones. We made our way downstairs where we hoped for the free coffee that had been rumored but saw no sign of it so we headed across the parking lot to the day use building and found the small cafe ( or at least they called it a cafe) Two brothers that we had last seen back in Bend (Dundee and Riddler for names) were there and we managed to get coffee and microwaved breakfast sandwiches. We all sat and ate and visited for a while. Then Uphill went to find his box while I returned to the room and finished packing. We were getting ready to make the last push out of Oregon into Washington. As I packed Uphill returned to the room and packed then set about looking for shoe it took a while and several phone calls but he eventually manage to get a pair of Altra Olympuses ordered to Cascade Lockes Oregon with one day shipping. It was the last town in Oregon and the trail would take us straight into town in another 50 miles or so. With a plan in store and a great desire to make into a new state we left theLodge behind a little after 11am and resumed our hike around the magnificent Mount Hood.