Take a Ride Over our Blueberry Fields
byTake a ride over our beautiful blueberry fields in Hood River, Oregon with majestic Mt. Hood in the background.
Take a ride over our beautiful blueberry fields in Hood River, Oregon with majestic Mt. Hood in the background.
In the early 1940s, Roy Webster moved to Hood River from New York City with a dream; to bring the world’s finest fruit to…
There is nothing quite like springtime in the Hood River Valley. Spring is finally here! In our orchards, we are just starting see the trees…
With all this cold weather keeping us cooped up inside, it’s a perfect time to curl up beside a roaring fire with a blanket…
I’ll admit it, I have both loved and hated Hood River. I’ve been here so long, since birth actually, that I feel like a part of its history. I remember when partial lengths of the main road leading up town had no sidewalks.
The Columbia Gorge is one of the most beautiful places to go for a hike. Take your backpack, some snacks, and bring the family…
It’s Wallpaper Wednesday! This week we are sharing the last clear Fall sunset from our Shipping Office. The Hood River Valley offers a…
As winter spreads snow throughout the orchards here in the Hood River Valley, it’s easy to see the beginning of the growth process starting. All the leaves of last year disappear between a fresh layer of snow that covers even the deepest tractor rut. The year starts new and with it the cycle begins for these fruit trees.
Winter has a way of doing that. It’s the start of a new year which means new possibilities, experiences, and simply put, life moves forward. We hope you have a wonderful winter and wish you the best in your journey through all that this wonderful new year holds for you.
With the 30th anniversary of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, we take a look back at the event and remember it like we do every year: in awe. If you’ve seen photos or been to the mountain, you know that the eruption of 1980 was astonishing. In fact, it’s hard not to consider pieces of the eruption (photos taken mid-blast, the plume of smoke, the collapsing north face) beautiful.
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~Bill Morgan, Jr.