Peregrinator
Hooded On A Hill
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So I was in the mountains, though not actually climbing any, on Sunday last. The girls wore snowshoes, but I don't own any, so I wore my XC skis. Two crazy, happy dogs along with us. It was so amazing to be out again, on a trail in the snow, moving smoothly, chatting and laughing, throwing the occasional snowball into a tree above somebody to make the snow fall on them. We got to Mirror Lake and traversed around it, great skyline views and a mix of evergreens and mountain laurel (or were they rhododendrons? I can never tell). The trip down was spectacular, as the snow was perfect, a little sticky, so I could just cruise and not have to worry about sliding on ice or going faster than I could handle. Every now and then one of the dogs would charge past me, exuberant in that way that dogs have, not a care in the world other than to run really fast that way!
Of course, we treated ourselves to excellent beer and pizza at the local brewpub afterwards, then drove out of the huge flakes of gently drifting snow and home into the cold rain of Portland, souls refreshed, reassured that there are mountains.
Of course, we treated ourselves to excellent beer and pizza at the local brewpub afterwards, then drove out of the huge flakes of gently drifting snow and home into the cold rain of Portland, souls refreshed, reassured that there are mountains.
