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A long, secluded, rainy weekend in the Gorge was just what we needed. My husband, our furry tagalong, and a long-awaited bucket list stay in a yurt made for a lovely getaway. Our drive from Portland felt typical for a late-winter evening. The roads glistened with rain and narrowed as we approached our destination. We passed by the city, crossed the Oregon-Washington Bridge, drove through the charming town of Stevenson, and continued about three miles north of Carson before tu

It was just after 5 p.m. on a Thursday. As I was about to shut off my working brain as well as my laptop for the day, my phone rang. I...

Each year, spring in Oregon arrives when colorful blooms begin to push up through the newly thawed ground of a frigid and bitter winter....

This morning, my alarm didn't wake me up. Instead, I felt a brush of coarse hair across my face, then quickly, heard a sound I can only...