The rules were simple. The hoop was low, really low. And if you shot over the backboard, you had to chase the ball, in the dark, into the orchard. Two out of three, loser chugged a beer. It was fun.

Biggs Junction

I've spent more time in Biggs Junction than most people (that don't live there). I grew up in the Yakima valley area. The other half of my family lived in Portland, OR so Biggs became the meeting point for summer vacation drop offs. When I would take a Greyhound it would stop in Biggs as well. One time I actually got on the wrong bus (there were three of them outside). Back in the pre cell phone days, it was quite the adventure. There used to be a place called "Jack's" but know it is gone and a trucker gas stop is pretty much taken over it's place. Jack's was pretty old school but in retrospect, it had a great view of the Columbia River.