During the same weekend we went west to the coast, we also drove north to the Gorge. Being the non-hikers that we are, we did our best to "research" and find places that would be scenic without making us want to keel over and die.
I'm not sure how we happened about this little haven, or what it's even called, but it's on the Washington side of the Gorge, somewhere around Beacon Rock. At first, there was one really steep hill and all I could think about was when it would level out, which it did for a hot second then climbed up even further. We then came to a split path where we could continue for who knows how many more miles up hill, or head lower into the forest and catch our breath.
We're wimps. We went downhill. But it was so lovely and lush that I couldn't imagine a prettier place for our laziness to bring us.