Plans are the outlines of narratives cast into the future…subject to change. Early Saturday morning, my brother Fred and I had to resort to one less car than planned upon. Our daring river assault on the gates of hell… Hell’s Gate …morphed into a more pedestrian exploration of Horsethief Lake. Horsethief Butte At first, I didn’t even know I had a brother Fred until I found various historical documents. But that’s another story. Family Photo Front center: Haley Back Row, Left to Right: Roland, Fred, Scott, Dexter, Rose, Troy, Henry, Pa and Ma Luckily, Fred is a master brewer and also generous in nature. Here you can see Fred loading his kayak with home-made beer. Halfway up Horsethief Butte, it became evident that the name “Horsethief Lake” uses the term “lake” somewhat liberally. “Horsethief-little-bit-of-Columbia-River-trapped-by-a-railroad” with unfamiliar east side (at least to me) of Mt. Hood in background. In the olden days, before European immigrants swept across the continent
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