Hood River, Oregon - dinky dog town. With a magical dog beach. Where Dog River meets the historic Columbia River.
Where dogs and rivers roam- the the Columbia River Gorge. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Kiters, dogs and dog people - Hood iIver sandbar. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Doodle almost gets sprayed - a sandbar hazard. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Dog beach at Dog River - where beach dogs and kite surfers hang out. That's my dog son Doodle is on the left and his bff Simon, second from the right, Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Magical sandbar where people and pets play. In Hood River, Oregon. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Windsurf central - Hood River, OR. That's me and 2nd surf dog, Elvis (RIP) riding near Dog River sandbar at Hood River Event Site. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Doggie play land, sandbar beach in Hood River.
Home of surf dogs. Kiter dogs. Windsurf dogs. SUP pups.
The human and canine kind.
Here in Oregon, dogs and dog people play on a slice of sandbar paradise at (where else?) Dog River.
The sandbar is a little small this year - it's barely a thong bikini of sand, due to high river flows.
But she is our own - our Oregon Dog Beach. In our remarkable inland surf community. On our historic Columbia River. Where dogs and dog people play.
And later in the day, when the wind blows, kite surfers, windsurfers and SUP pups take over the water and sand.
Here's a day in the life of our own secret sandbar... home of kiters and windsurfers and paddlers-- people and pets - all breeds and all creeds.
Hood River is the remarkable place we call home.
Dog River aka Hood River sandbar. Where Dog River and the Columbia meet and greet. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
This is our Dog Beach, our Dog River. Cross roads of the surf dog universe.
Elvis was a SUP pup, stand up paddle boarding the Columbia River with me and his dog bros. Here with our bff paddler Patti. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Here in the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, snow melt from our own Matterhorn, Mount Hood, rushes down spectacular cliffs that jut up around the Columbia River.
That river flowing from Mt. Hood is called (duh!) Hood River. But it's real name, it's first name, was Dog River. Of course it was.
The crossroads of that magical, mystical, historical Dog River as it met the magical, mystical, historical Columbia River, the river of Lewis and Clark, is where the Dog River sandbar formed.
Dog River was and is the lifeblood of a tiny town that grew up around it with the same. But white settlers in the 1800's didn't think the name was glamorous enough. So in 1858, Dog River became Hood River.
130 years later, the rural farming town of Hood River became epicenter of the Columbia River Gorge tourism, and famous for windsurfing and extreme sports.
Simon and Doodle charge a kite surfer on the Dog River sandbar. Photo:(c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
3 pup SUP - my three sons. Left to right: Dude, me, Elvis, Doodle standup paddle boarding off the Dog River/Hood River sandbar. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
The Dog River/Hood River sandbar, the beach that never was, grew to a full blown dog beach destination when Ma Nature went a little crazy in a mega storm, November 2006.
Dog River /Hood River poured 800,000 cubic yards of dirt and rock and trees from Mount Hood into the Columbia River.
153 million gallons of sand - 26 new acres added to Dog River sandbar!
Cowabunga Oregon paddlers, surfers and beach dogs!
The other Dog Beach - the original - in So Cal.
Dog Beach in Ocean Beach - see the resemblance to the top photo, Dog River sandbar? Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Beach dogs unite at Dog Beach in OB, our old stomping grounds. 2nd and 3rd gen surf bassets, Elvis n Dude romp with friends. Photo (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
San Diego beach dogs hang out at the original Dog Beach in Ocean Beach (OB,) a dinky dog town. That sandbar has a similar "secret beach" beginning.
A mighty storm off the coast pummeled Ocean Beach with waves, and the San Diego River overflowed its banks as it rushed to the ocean. It wiped out Wonderland, a historic waterfront amusement park in the early 1900’s.
That storm left other debris, too – the good kind – a new secret beach, a sandbar, claimed by dogs and their people - designated Dog Beach in 1972, one of the first leash free beaches in America.
Howdy Doody, Dog Beach Committee co chair, at the dedication plaque at the original Dog Beach in Ocean Beach in 2003. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Dogs and their people - the community came together to help
That was our old Surf Dog Diaries stomping ground - Dog Beach in Ocean Beach (OB.) Formally adopted by Ocean Beach Town Council (OBTC.) Dogs and their people jumped in with two feet and all four paws to help.
My first surf dog Howdy Doody and I co-chaired the nonprofit Dog Beach Committee of OBTC for years. With co chair Dave Martin, a pack of loyal businesses and volunteers and City of San Diego support, our amazing OB community fixed up Dog Beach over the next decade.
It went from beat up to “bitchin,” from 1997, the 25th anniversary of Dog Beach, 'til its dedication in 2003. OBTC continues Dog Beach improvements today.
The power of community!
The Dog Beach community made this place what it is. Dedication of OBTC improvements in 2003. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org
Surfin’ safari to Dog River
We windsurfers, kiters and campers are always on the hunt for new secret spots. Our surf dog family took a surfin’ safari from Dog Beach and found Dog River – our new doggie play land / water sports central / small town paradise. Like salmon and surfers, we migrated here.
This is a magical, national scenic area - for all kinds of surf dogs.
Beach dog Simon and kite surf dogs share the Dog River sandbar. Photo (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org