Snow Day

MM and I had an unexpected free day and she suggested that we drive up to Timberline Lodge at Mt. Hood for lunch and to play in the snow.  Amazingly, although I have lived here for sixteen years, I had never been to Timberline.  We had an beautiful sunny day to drive up.

We were hungry by the time we got there.  We had stopped off at a feed store on the way up to buy Roxie a warm coat. I highly recommend Geren’s Farm Supply in Boring, Oregon, if you ever find yourself in the area in need of anything for your farm or pets or if you would enjoy meeting Ella, the biggest bunny I have ever seen.

The parking advisor at Timberline told us we should park next to the Subaru up the hill. That was not a definitive direction since there were eleven of them up there.  Someone didn’t get the memo and drove up in a jeep!

And not everyone was jolly enough to get a red one!

Then we headed right into the lodge

where we had a table with a view

and a delicious lunch.

Looking out the window (and eating at the same time) MM spots two shelties in Santa hats going for a walk.

And afterward, outdoors to play.

This is not Haleakala, our Maui girl comments.

To the south is Mt. Jefferson. (I can see both Jefferson and Hood from my upstairs window on a clear day at 1880.)

Roxie loved it.

Meg Wrapped her in the down coat to warm up and she slept that way all the way home.

Who doesn’t love an unexpected snow day?

 

“No measurable precip”

For over 80 days, that was the case, and it set some sort of record.  But yesterday, I got out my daddy’s rain gauge, which I inherited, installed it in my winter lettuce pot and measured some.  I think the rain gauge catches a lot more precip here than it ever did in Reeves County.

And today, before Blue and I set out for our weekly quality time at the Saturday Market, we dug out our rain gear.  Blue looks particularly spiffy in his.

I just hope it’s instantaneous.

Ever since I moved to 1880 fourteen years ago, I have felt pretty sure that my mode of departing this life would occur with my driving out of the neighborhood and on to Commercial, turning left against traffic at this intersection:

But in the past few months I’ve noticed that more and more I just avoid this intersection altogether and drive down beautiful, tree-lined Saginaw to a safe right turn on Owens.

So, I recently came to acknowledge that there is another death-trap right out my back door — the magnolia roots.  I expect I will trip over them and crash down on my head one slippery morning when I venture out in the pre-dawn wearing the Uggs slippers, coffee in one hand, crossword in the other.

Dog Park Flowers

Count your blessings. Name them one by one.