2/18/2008

Oh, to Live in Oregon...

Each weekend is an adventure. Driving up into the snow really, truly makes my heart race. It's pure. It's clean. It's bright. Even on a cloudy day, the snow reflects light onto our souls! Seasonal Affective Disorder falls back into its gloomy shell. This first photo was taken on Highway 34, heading towards Mary's Peak. We were heading out for a backcountry adventure that was destined to be great. A blizzard actually blew in and we suffered the consequences. However, I'd brought along my propane stove and was able to boil some water for cocoa and heat up some delicious soup from "The Soup Shop" in Corvallis! This is a shot I took this past Saturday, while solo-skiing at Hoodoo. There were absolutely NO clouds in the sky. The wind was minimal and I eventually skied in only a t-shirt and fleece vest.
Decided that today would be my very first "Black Diamond" day. Yeah, I waited until turning 45 years old. Hmmm...about halfway down, thought to myself, "Now I know why I've waited so long." I was honestly scared at a few points, but did not fall. However, those 20-somethings buzzing by me on their snowboards really put some perspective into my mind. I am old.
Stopped at one point with a group of others, just to relax and enjoy the sights. Sunlight invaded our space...


1 comment:

Vita said...

Wow! That snow you found on 34 was spectacular! I can see that you've been out freezing gloves some. What fun. Doesn't driving in snow give you white knuckle-itis? I come across your bright smiling face in photos, and am cheered. Haven't seen you since Juno! It won an award, I see. What is solo skiing? You skiing all by yourself? As in, "Fine, be that way. I'll just go by myself!" Or you go skiing and the gang of young people go with you but they snow board, or what?