This is Mount Hood. Majestic in her own right and also a volcano. Mount Hood is just outside Portland and definitely can be seen from the city. (At one point on our drive, we could see Mount Hood, Mt. St. Helens and Mount Rainier all at the same time. Very cool, but all those volcanos would make me nervous.)
The really neat thing about Mount Hood is that you can drive pretty close to the top. We had dinner at Timberline Lodge, which is about 6,000 feet above sea level. It was built in the 1920s (or was it the 30s?) It is the only ski resort in the U.S. to be open all year long to skiing. As you might guess, you have incredible views of the top of the mountain from there.
The snow never really totally melts so in late June, there was tons of it and the guys had a blast. They played and played and played out in it. It really made Christopher wish he lived in a place that got more snow. (Not his mom in case you were wondering...too cold for me.)
But even with all that playing and enjoying the snow, what did my 12-year-old still feel compelled to do? Text. I just don't understand that younger generation, but then maybe it's not so different from being addicted to a crackberry.
We didn't want to leave, especially before dark. The boys were having so much fun. We also didn't want to drive down the mountain in the dark so we finally pulled ourselves away. Our next to the last day was a good one indeed.
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