Every day, like a machine, I drag myself here. I stare at a screen, write a few paragraphs and tinker with my map, but my mind is elsewhere. The windows open on my computer are the weekend weather report for Bend, Mountain Project, trip reports and a ski video on youtube. The weekend is when I live; the week is when I survive.
Mt. Hood Meadows with the family
A tour from New Years at American Ridge Lodge
The view towards Morse Creek from American Ridge
|The ski hill from the American Ridge Lodge|
|Mt. Jefferson from the top of Mt. Hood Meadows|
Mt. Rainier from White Pass, Washington
A tree after an ice storm at Mt. Hood Meadows
Mt. Shasta from Grey Butte, it was a frigid weekend that started off the quarter right.
Lauren and I at Shasta. We spent last weekend skiing here in the single digit but sunny weather.
Now I have a day to finish my weekly deadlines. This was the last of my procrastinations . . . I promise.
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