I do not recall when I first discovered the Mitchell Point Tunnel in period photographs, I would have been quite young. I do recall thinking that it was one of the coolest roads I had ever seen. A road tunnel cut just inside the face of a cliff with wide windows open to the sunlight.
The old postcard photos show a fascinating scene, a tunnel large enough for the cars of the early 20th century to pass one another on a smooth roadway. Big openings with heavy stone pillars separating them holding up the tunnel roof. The scenery would have been lovely, with views of the Columbia River well below.
The Columbia River Highway features prominently in my childhood memories. I grew up in the Portland area, and for many years my grandparents lived near The Dalles, as a result our family often traversed the area.
As the line from the old song stated “Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go,” we went. For us the river was the Columbia, and the woods were the thick forests of the Columbia River Gorge.
Continue reading “The Mitchell Point Tunnel”
