Maloney Picnic Title

It was time again to visit family and friends in southern Washington at the annual Maloney- Schmitke breakfast picnic. As has been my practice, I packed my motorcycle and headed for the Coupville Ferry to cross over to Port Townsend and then down Highway 101 as it follows the scenic Hood Canal. The ride to Vancouver, WA, was uneventful, and two days of visiting began with dinner with Glenn and Delcine. We then went to Bob and Ginny's house, my hosts for the two days.

In the morning, Bob and I got on our motorcycles for a clockwise ride around Mt. Hood. This took us eastward along the north side of the Columbia River. We passed the town of Wind River, where the world's best wind surfers were already flying over waves on the wind whipped Columbia, while a cluster of fishermen, in their boats, tried their luck on the early run of Chinook Salmon. We crossed the "Bridge of the Gods" over to Oregon and climbed out of the Columbia Basin into a region of fruit orchards lying at the base of an imposing Mt. Hood. We were soon climbing the base of the mountain as we gradually worked our way around to it's southern face. We detoured up the curvy ski road to the well known Timberline Lodge, an imposing make-work lodge built during the Roosevelt administration. Snow boarders and skiers were enjoying runs on the considerable snow that was still usable, and we watched a party of mountaineers doing their final descent from an early morning summiting of the mountain.


FJR at Coupville Ferry

Waiting at the Coupville Ferry Terminal.


Bob's Goldwing

Bob on his Goldwing as we pause along the Columbia River.


Mt. Hood, looking south.

As we climb southbound out of the Columbia Basin, we are presented an impressive view of Mt. Hood.


Snow boarders on Mt. Hood.

Snow boarders head home after a morning on the mountain. By the trees at upper left is a mountaineering party returning from the summit.


Timberline Lodge

Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood.


That evening, a group of us went to "Eastland Sushi and Asian Cuisine," where we had some quite authentic Chinese food. After walking the dog and working off some of the meal, Ginny told us to get into the car and that she had a surprise. We drove over the Columbia River, to downtown Portland, and into a neighborhood of designer bars and restaurants. She walked us to "Salt and Straw," an ice cream parlor with a line that went around the corner and down the street. We waited in a perfect evening temperature, and people watched as young, upwardly mobile urbanites did their Friday night thing at the the chic bars and restaurants of Portland. The menu of this parlor, which was featured on Oprah, required imagination to approximate the probable flavor of seemingly disconnected food groups. As we got to the counter, a friendly waitress did offer us samples, on silver spoons, of the flavors we felt emboldened to try. The ice cream was indeed good, and my


Salt and Straw Ice Cream Parlor

At Salt and Straw, the line goes out the door, around the building and down the street. The wait is worth it.



The eclectic menu at Salt and Straw.



Eric starts a fire

Eric starts a morning fire to warm the shed.


Ginny makes bubbles

Ginny tries out the bubble machine.


Group 1 at breakfast.

After a social experiment of cooking while talking, the tasting ensues.


Group 3

More tasting.


Group 2

Done tasting.


Bob eating

Well, not all are done tasting..

Missy the bulldog

Missy is ready for her breakfast.



Making masks.

While the clean-up takes place, the kids make masks.


Heather and Titus.

Heather and Judah on Judah's birthday.


Playing on swings.

The chores done, the family joins in to find the breaking point of a 10' moment arm.


Ladies relaxing.

Sophia keeps three busy.


Schmitke grandchildren.

Schmitke grandchildren in disguise.


Schmitke family.

Three generations of Schmitkes.


Log in river.

Sensitive to the environment, the family removes a floating log, thereby reducing possible instances of trout concussion.


It was another great family picnic, a time to catch up and to enjoy one another's company. Hopefully, we'll cross paths multiple times before the next family picnic. Until then, I hope these photos help to rekindle the memories.

Don Webster

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