I felt like a little kid on the night before Christmas as I settled into bed on Mount Hood Eve. I couldn't wait! I almost crapped my pants on the drive up to the mountain when Becca pointed out Mount St. Helen. But I slowed my roll, deciding that one majestic mountain would be enough.
Mount Hood did not disappoint! The drive up was amazing and the views from every angle were breathtaking. We had a great brunch at Timberline Lodge. Unfortunately skiing wasn't in the cards during such a short trip but it was still an incredible time. Mount Hood, you rock my world.
I told you it was a beautiful, sparkling white mass rising out of the deep green landscape
Becca happily trapped in Timberline Lodge by a snow drift
Becca having a Sir Edmund Hillary moment
Me loving every second of my time in Portland
Song of the Day
I thought Ain't No Mountain High Enough would be a good song for this post.