life moves a little slower up here in the fall. the leaves are turning, the rains are becoming a little more frequent. the ship cruises slowly past small towns, where diners and coffee shops are still corner institutions, but big names are moving in. from the tumultuous waters near astoria to the placidity of the palouse, from the dark conifers of multnomah to the shifting shades of brown along the gorge cliffs, we move along with the season. our food shifts from the late summer harvest of peaches and nectarines to the fall harvest of mushrooms, pumpkins, squash… apples and pears move interchangeably through the galley, finding their way to the fruit basket at the bar. plums make an appearance. so do pluots.
dark coffees, spiced rums. those are the things we drink on the river. tannic, bold red wines. citrusy sauv blancs.
we do jam tastings. fruit picking. pumpkin patching. and corn mazing.
a little sampling in pictures.