Mountain in the middle

Just across the Hood River from our house lives a mountain called Gilhouley but most people call it Middle Mountain because its in the middle of stuff. It's in between two main roads, in between two big volcanos, in between two major orchard valleys and there are probably other human reasons.

The short one used to take me running up the crazy steep and treacherous dirt road until we were followed by a large cat. Now she packs a can of pain in her pack and rides up instead. Apparently large cats like small things and she's bigger on a bike. So I say, where the hell is my bike???

The peeps dream of building a network of trail on Middle Mountain to compliment the existing moto trails which are very
unfun on a mountain bike. But for now we've got this few miles of steep grunty climbing to keep the dirt shakes at bay and a network of roads and moto trails to rip around on.

The trails are fun but its the river between our house and the mountain that is the best. Despite the fact that it washes off all the mud I so carefully covered every inch of my body with while on the trail, there's nothing better than saving drowning sticks for a bit before going home.