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On Sunday we left town for a little mini-adventure, heading toward Mt Hood. Sometimes it just feels so good to get out of life for awhile, and lose yourself among great big, dripping, moss-covered trees. It was a wet day so we didn’t do much in the way of hiking or outdoor activities. But we packed hot chocolate (with cardamom-yum!) in big thermoses, plugged in an iPod, and headed up the mountain to see what we could find.
First we stopped at a small empty parking lot, and explored around a bit to find this woodland hut. Sorry for the spotty pictures!
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It looks like a troll or elf should live there. We invaded, but only for a minute.
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Jesse aimed the car at Timberline Lodge, which I’d never been to, and he only once in 4th grade. Up at the tippy top of Mt Hood, Timberline was built as a ski lodge back in 1936, during the depth of the Great Depression. It was dedicated by Franklin D. Roosevelt himself in 1937, and later in 1977 was recognized as a National Historic Landmark. Today, it’s still used as a ski lodge–a beautiful, warm, woodsy, alpine lodge. It makes me want to use the words “chalet” and “après-ski” a lot more often.
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We didn’t ski, though we did see our first snow for the season! In Portland it was overcast and damp, but on the mountain that turned into a fierce wind and sleet surprise, so after the hike from the car we huddled by the giant fireplace and sipped our hot cocoa.
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I loved the whole feel of the lodge. All wood and stone, graced by beautiful art deco touches everywhere, like this lamp:
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Originial 1930s art is still displayed everywhere. You can eat in the dining room, grab a drink in the bar, and rent a room for the night if you’re so inclined, but we just cozied up by the fire for a few hours and watched the snow and trees outside.
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We’ll be coming back here again. Yes, yes we will.
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