On Saturday, I pried myself away from the computer to head down the
gorge for the first annual Hard Pressed Cider Fest just outside Hood
River. The location was a fruit warehouse in the middle of acres and
acres of rolling orchards in bloom. I'm still in super slo-mo on
blogging as I enter the final two weeks of book-writing (about cider, so
I justified the trip as "research"), so you just get pictures.
Hood-san rises above the flowery scene.
A nice western swing/country band serenaded fest-goers. (Cider is more country than beer.)