I wrote this 1 month ago.
It’s a land fill.
I wrote this 1 month ago.
There are few places that are full of nothing but fond memories. Places that inspire a shit-eating grin (see right). Places that can do no wrong, have no negative energy, and lead to no bad times. The cave at Mt Hood Meadows is one.
A bent over tree stump, hewn logs, and rotting evergreen branches come together to form a very lackluster shelter in the summer. In the winter, however, snow sifts through the top structure at first, and then packs hard across the roof, forming a perfect wooden igloo high on the mountain.
Sitting on top of a rocky, banded cliff, slightly back, and surrounded by dense forest, the cave is completely hidden, despite it’s relative proximity to the top of Mt Hood Express, the main lift out of the base area at Meadows.
On New Years Eve, I popped my head into the cave to go drink beers out of the wind with a couple friends. A single white LED light hung from the frosty roof, shining a tiny beam of light on a knitted bag sitting in the snow—with a pot leaf on it. This is a noble gesture, leaving behind one’s illegal drugs for random others to enjoy should they find or know about the cave. They obviously felt inspired enough that they had inspiration to share, so to speak.
I left their present where it was when we left the cave.
I wrote this 1 month ago.
Photographic evidence than I’m better than all of my contemporaries at burying my face deep in snow. This particular faceplant was brought to you by the number ten foot high cornice, and the color white.
I wrote this 2 months ago.
Great article by Michael Parsons putting into words what I’ve discussed numerous times with friends; with the internet in your pocket, you don’t need to conjecture, guess, or bet any longer.
Having zero patience, I love it.
I wrote this last year, at the end of November.
Who’s coming with to snowboard on one foot of snow? I’ll be up Saturday and Sunday.
I wrote this last year, mid-November.
November 15th: Rain on the lenses, barely any white in the photos. Arrrgghhh.
November 17th: Rain still on the lenses, no snow at all at the base.
November 18th, night time: SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW
I wrote this last year, mid-November.
I lost patience with my pass to Meadows this year, and went up to Timberline on Sunday to finally get on snow this season. With early openings the last two years (at least, it would have opened early had the road not washed out), it’s driving me insane that there is absolutely no snow at all at the base of Meadows as I type.
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After Timberline, we went on a hike from Meadows’ lodge to Heather Canyon:
My guess of November 23rd opening is obviously going to be wrong.  There’s no snow, even at ~7,000ft, where those pictures were taken.
