A Journey Through Time: The Train to Multnomah Falls

As the train gently pulled away from the station, I felt a familiar thrill of anticipation. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks was like a heartbeat, a comforting reminder of the many journeys I have taken over the years. This time, the destination was the breathtaking Multnomah Falls, nestled in the heart of Oregon’s Columbia River Gorge. The promise of cascading waterfalls and the allure of a scenic train ride through the Hood River Valley was irresistible.

The journey began with a drive through the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, a place where nature’s grandeur is on full display. The cliffs and ridges of the Cascade Mountain Range rose majestically around us, their peaks shrouded in mist. As we approached Multnomah Falls, the sound of rushing water grew louder, a prelude to the spectacle that awaited us. The falls, fed by underground streams from Larch Mountain, cascaded down in two magnificent tiers, creating a misty veil that danced in the sunlight. Standing there, I was reminded of the timeless beauty of nature, a beauty that has captivated travelers for generations.

The Romance of Rail Travel

Boarding the Hood River Excursion Train was like stepping back in time. The vintage carriages, with their polished wood interiors and large windows, offered a glimpse into a bygone era of travel. As the train chugged along the lower main fork of the Hood River, I settled into my seat, savoring the leisurely pace of the journey. The train navigated one of the few remaining switchbacks in the United States, offering peek-a-boo views of Mt. Hood, its snow-capped peak a constant companion on our journey.

Midway through the ride, we stopped at The Fruit Company, a charming orchard that has been growing gourmet fruit for over seventy years. The air was filled with the sweet scent of ripe fruit, and I couldn’t resist purchasing a few treats to take home. As I wandered through the orchard, I marveled at the dedication and hard work that goes into producing such delicious bounty. It was a reminder of the simple pleasures in life, the joy of tasting fruit fresh from the tree, and the satisfaction of supporting local growers.

A Toast to the Columbia River Gorge

The final leg of our journey took us to the Columbia River Gorge AVA, a region renowned for its world-class wines. The afternoon was spent at a local winery, where I indulged in a tasting of their finest offerings. Each sip was a revelation, a testament to the skill and passion of the winemakers who call this region home. The wines, with their complex flavors and rich aromas, were a perfect complement to the stunning landscape that surrounded us.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the vineyards, I reflected on the day’s adventures. The combination of natural beauty, nostalgic train travel, and exquisite wine had created an experience that was both enriching and unforgettable. It was a reminder of why I love to travel, the joy of discovering new places, and the thrill of experiencing them in a way that is both leisurely and meaningful. As the train carried us back to Portland, I knew that this journey would linger in my memory, a cherished chapter in my ongoing love affair with the romance of rail travel.