We are here

In our ongoing attempt to make the most of our time here in Portland, we made a pilgrimage to Mt. Hood this weekend. About an hour and a half in the car and there you are.

We had been talking the trip up to the kid for couple weeks, and he was looking forward to going to the mountain so he could "throw snow balls at Ima." On the way there, he looked out the car window toward a stunning view of Mt. St. Helen's and declared, "My mountain." Then asked where Mommy's mountain was.

When we got to Mt. Hood, The Boy announced that he was going to climb it, and he did try, but halfway up a steep, snowy embankment that separated the parking lot from the lodge, he demanded to be carried.

I guess next time we'll bring a yak.