I just no understand you white people. You seem to be proud of your Indians for all the wrong reasons. You build a steel bridge and call it Bridge of Gods. At the same time you try and explain our bridge by saying it was created by a landslide that dammed the river, and how the power of the water tore through the rocks and made a tunnel, before eventually sweeping everything away toward the sea.

Nonsense. This is what really happened. The walkway was a gift from Manito, the Great Spirit, to his people. He placed Loo-Wit, a wise old woman on the bridge as it's guardian to protect it from the Evil One. She became very lonely for her family. So Manito sent her sons to be great snow mountains, Klickitat, or as you call him, Adams, was a totem maker. Wyeast, or Mt. Hood, was a singer.

All was peaceful for many years until beautiful Squaw Mountain moved into a small valley between the two mountains. This was the Evil One's opportunity, and Squaw Mountain, who had grown to love Wyeast, was led to flirt with big brother Klickitat.

Bye and bye the brothers began to argue, rumble, stomp their feet. They threw great clouds of black smoke and hot ashes at each other. The fight became so fierce, and they threw so many stones upon the Bridge of Gods, and shook the earth so hard, that the great gift broke in two and fell into the river.

Klickitat, being the biggest, won. Too late Squaw Mountain realized what she had done, for she truly had loved Wyeast. As the spoils of war she was forced to go over and lay beneath Klickitat. However, her heart was so saddened she fell into a sleep, never to awake again. Her name now is Sleeping Beauty.

All this made the Great Spirit very angry. He did, though, reward Loo-Wit for her faithfulness. He gave her one wish. She asked to be young and beautiful once again. She was rewarded a place as a snow mountain, herself, away, yet in sight of her sons.

You might find her as Mt. St. Helens, the oldest, but youngest appearing, and of course, the most beautiful of the mountains. To us, she is a hope that from out of bad comes good, and so I just don't see how you white people can think a steel bridge is the same as ours. You think funny.