Last Thursday, when snow in the city cancelled our ski bus (oh the irony, a ski bus cancelled because of snow!) my friend Glen and I decided to brave the icy roads and drive up anyway.
|Mt Hood reflected in the lodge window|
This was our reward. Blue skies and a huge dump of light, fluffy powder snow. The best day of the season so far. So glad I decided to gamble with the white knuckle drive.
Of course, the following weekend I wasn't so lucky. My friends and I drove all the way to Mt Bachelor for the weekend, only to be greeted with a howling blizzard Saturday morning. Nothing was running but the beginner lifts, and visibility was nil. No skiing for us.
But of course, you don't know if you don't go. All you can do is roll the dice. Sometimes you lose, but once and awhile you get lucky and hit a bluebird day.