That, my friends, is one of the most beautiful mountains EVER. Mt. Hood.
Yesterday, Andy and I set out to go to Gordon Lake. I was itching for some hiking/backpacking, and as I had just gotten blood and had great amounts of hemoglobin in me, I was super ready to go.
We drove up some road (probably, like, Bob's road), to get there and hike about a half mile in. But, unfortunately, Bob's road was a little busy being snowed in (Bob's road was past Sweet Home, so we were basically driving into the Cascades). Bob really knows how to pick 'em.
So we backtrack, and decide to take some other road (most likely a forest service road, because really, what do I know about roads?) So we get up pretty far onto Forest Service Road X. FSRX was pretty snowed in, too.
So then we back tracked, found this sweet little inlet between two huge rocks (and by "rocks" I mean "tiny mountains about 20-30 ft tall") and we saw all kinds of signs of wildlife - elk tracks and poopies ("droppings"), cougar tracks and droppings, owl throwup thingies with little mammal jaw bones in them, a little nesty thing for some rodent, a pheasant that wanted to EAT ME, and OMG! a pair of scorpions. Those fuckers were HUGE and were extremely angry that we disturbed them.
So we explored our little niche, poking around at rocks and building a fire and I made a bet with him about something and he lost so I won "1000 sweet kisses." :) We're up to I think 300.
So back at home, clean, except for the nasty bagel cut...and wondering how much homework I should actually do today. I have the two most important men in my life sleeping on either side of me...although one of them has been extremely whiny today and I don't know what to do about it.