On the winter extreme sports tip. . .i actually headed up to the mountain xmas day to spend a little time in the snowshoes. Little did i know. . .Oregonians are all satanists. The mountain has been getting pretty steady snowfall for the last two weeks. I thought, what better time to thrash around in some fresh, untouched, trail powder. Apparently everyone in the Portland metro area thought the same thing. I got to the trail head of Mirror Lake and struggled to find parking (not a good sign). Determined to get out and into the white fluffy stuff, i hopped out of the truck, threw down the tailgate and got ready to put on my snow flippers. I looked to my right, toward the trail head, and saw a mother (a milf if you will) putting snowshoes on her 3 darlings. I thought, "I can deal with that, nothing a brisk pace can't get around." I made the mistake of looking to my left, where a big F350 diesel had pulled in to the last remaining spot. I don't know if i'll ever recover from what i saw.
Now, i think it is safe to say i love Oregonians. They are a kind hearted bunch, animal lovers, environmentally friendly (green), love thy neighbor and pass the doobie type folk. But i was not prepared for this. I have jumped in puddles of urine, been yelled at by men in spandex, even given away my gourmet pizza to unappreciative bums (we all know the truth) but this, this was too much. It almost made me crave the 'burg and that takes a lot, a lot. Okay, are you sitting down?
I looked to my left, where a F350 had just taken the last remaining parking spot and what did i see? I see a woman in her late 40's maybe early 50's walking toward me. Her male counterpart was following close behind. At first everything looked normal but then, then it happened. As the woman walked closer to me i saw it, poking from the top of her nearly fully zipped parka. It was a head, the head of a chihuahua, yes a chihuahua! Can you believe that. Now, for those of you who knew Annie, you know i never left for a hike without that dog but she could walk herself. She didn't need to be bundled into my ski jacket and carried up a hill. Hell. . .the dog carried her own food and my booze. The chihuahua was so cold, the jacket was zipped nearly all the way to the ladies chin. The woman's chin rested on the poor, ugly thing's head. The experience was so traumatizing i had to return to my truck and drive away. I drove as fast as the line of families in their snowtired minivans would allow. Needless to say, there was no snowshoeing that fateful day.
I figured even though i didn't make my trip up to Mirror Lake Tuesday, i'd throw up some pictures from my last trip up there. So here you go. . .
Here's a picture of Greg, Russ and me (and a real dog) on the backside of the lake. Hey sexy.
I think you should all know what that is. . .it's a mountain (in case you've never seen one).
That's it for my evening of blogging. I will be sure to get out this weekend and give you some fresher pics. I'll try and get a picture of Brody pulling off the first 900 triple tail whip mcflip. More to come. . .
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