We live just over an hour away from Mt Hood but we don’t really go there in the winter, very much. I am not a skier, and Mark, even though he grew up skiing, stopped going many years ago. I don’t know why we did it, but it wasn’t in the list of things we wanted to do in our free time, even in all those years before we had kids.
Siena was about 7 when we first went skiing with her, the first time in many years for Mark and I. She loved it. She learned very quickly, and it was on her third trip to the mountain that she skied in the black diamond runs. She was fearless. That winter, Mark and Siena went skiing one day, and on their way back, they had a car accident, and our pickup was totaled. They were both OK, but the scars were more than physical.
After that, Mark worried to drive in the snow, and Siena cried and worried even just thinking about going to the snow. So we stopped, for the most part. We’ve done a little here and there, to get to the snow, but take care of choosing the days and the weather we are driving in. When we pick the Christmas trees, we stay in the main roads, they need to be plowed, and we haven’t been able to go if it was snowing. Slowly, she and Mark, are getting ready to get up there again, or in any snow, really!
With all the rain and cold we’ve had, Mt Hood was looking beautiful from the city, so we decided to go yesterday. We woke up to a rainy day in Portland, which meant snow up in the mountain. We headed up anyways, knowing we might need to stop and come back if the road was looking too much for Siena. Hot chocolate in the thermos, snacks, jackets, warm pants, hats and the chains on hand.
Snow was on the ground much lower than what we’ve seen and the rain turned into snow quickly. Book on their mp3 player trying to distract Siena from the white stuff all around us, was doing little. Mark decided to put the chains on, but struggled to get them on since we haven’t done it in many years. Lucas helped and then Siena helped put them on, and we were on our way. I think it was a great thing for her to help, I think she felt she was helping with the safety of the driving.
I am glad she did, because the sights were the most beautiful I’ve seen in a long time. The road was not bad, Mark was a little more relaxed since Siena was a little more relaxed. It was a good trip and the view outside our windows… just incredible.
There were lots of people on the road and up sledding.
Fresh powder, snow, still falling. Is there anything better than that?
A little sun trying to come out, but the clouds were passing by, and snow was falling the whole time we were up there. Small, beautiful flakes.
I know, each to our own.
This view was amazing.
If I could put my some day cabin right here, it would be a lovely thing.
A parking lot full. Some coming others leaving. Some alone or in groups doing alpine skiing or snowshoeing. Others with snowboards or skis coming down from a day in the snow. And yet others with littler ones, crying with the cold after just having arrived, or maybe after playing for a while, or crying because of a fall, or just tired from a day outside. Others happy, with rosy cheeks, tired from carrying those sleds up and down the hills. Everyone for the most part, enjoying this beautiful day.
Us, with two tired kids, cold, happy and with rosy cheeks, and hungry. Ready for a snack and in time to get back to the city for some swimming.
The sun still trying to make an appearance.
Siena in the back seat with Lucas, listening to their book, I think less worried after a safe and fun day up in the snow. Little steps.
And this sky, the clouds, the sun, the trees, the snow…
This is our Oregon. It is just a wonderful place.
We crossed this snowplow and to my delight, everyone was still excited to see it working on the road. I think it’s a very cool truck!
Happy, filled with cool fresh air. I couldn’t have asked for a better day.