How did I end up more than halfway up 11,000 foot Mount Hood? Nearly two weeks ago we toured Portland, an urban jewel set in a mossed-tree temperate rain forest. Then, a drive south along the Oregon Coast oohing and aahing at dramatic waves crashing into steep rocky shores. Then back north up the state’s flat, fertile mid-section. Is this Indiana? Next, a drive along the Columbia River’s gorgeous Gorge, from the dramatic green west to the dramatic brown east. Now, we are exploring the glories of this large, circa 1937 stone and log lodge called Timberline, both a museum and a place to sleep. Thirty foot snow drifts keep me from seeing out many of the first floor windows. A cloud keeps me from seeing Mount Hood, but I trust its still there.
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