Chairlift photo from Summer's Facebook page |
Photo by snowboarder @JonNW, snapped at the highest point of Mount Hood Meadows as we were all about to drop into Heather's Canyon |
Snow is a big deal for us in the Portland area. We spend most of the winter hoping for (or dreading) our annual snow event, and then when it finally happens the city essentially shuts down. Meanwhile, the rest of the country laughs at our unpreparedness to handle such minuscule snow accumulation. It's an annual tradition!
More on that local snow event in my next post...
Another annual tradition (at least we Hamilton kids HOPE it is!) is one of my dad's Christmas presents to Kathy, Mike, Summer, and me: a ski day at Mount Hood Meadows with Bo himself.
Kathy swapped out Bo's ski offer for a shopping day. And it took a tremendous amount of schedule coordination, but last month we found a day where the remaining three of us could snow ride together with Bo.
The Drive
Stopping in Sandy on our way up to Mount Hood, we fed our maple bar addiction at Joe's Donuts.
A painting from local favorite artist Michael Sorensen is on display at Joe's. Come for the donuts, stay for the artwork. |
Busy Saturday: We were herded onto the shuttle bus from Mount Hood Meadows' overflow lot
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The Slopes
The sun was shining, the snow was soft, and the clear skies provided limitless visibility to enjoy God's creation.
Our 71 year old dad skied his heart out until lunch time and then set up shop for the afternoon in the lodge. Mike finished up his final snowboard run later, looking to get a head start on our post-slope festivities outside the lodge.
With a little persuasion, I talked Summer into joining me for some backcountry action on Meadows' sole double-black diamond run. Meadows' regulars know that weather conditions often cause Heather's Canyon to unexpectedly close at a moment's notice. We didn't want to miss our window.
The melting snow on the more aggressive stretches of Heather's Canyon was soft enough that even the most spectacular wipeouts didn't really hurt. My little sister overcame her fears and managed the back country terrain like a pro.
And a good Samaritan was kind enough to toss my equipment downhill to me after one spill, saving me a steep climb back uphill to collect my post-wreck ski that was littering the slope above me.
The after party
Live music, variations of pulled pork and rib sandwiches, and a host of other refreshments were served outside the lodge. It was a call, to entice snow riders as they geared down to exit the mountain.
We answered the call.
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