From Where I See It
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My husband brought me here, to the north side of Mount Hood 30 years ago, so he could continue his career as a ski bum. Yes, he taught skiing, coached skiers and even ran a ski school. All while we raised our two daughters. Every morning I would look out the window and check to see what the weather was going to be.
However, I began referring to her as Mother Hood, as I seemed to grow up under her guiding shoulders. Raising children and looking up at our mountain simply worked together.
Blessings from her heart. Speaking of heart, she’s always looking at her beloved Mt. Adams in north — never able to touch him, but looks lovingly, nevertheless. You can see it in her face. Come stand in our field and you will see that look, for sure.
- Teri Byrne
Moods Of The Mountain
This is a view of Mt. Hood from my house, looking across our cherry orchard.
Our family farms pears, cherries and winegrapes in the Hood River valley, and we rely on Mt. Hood for both our domestic and irrigation water, from snowpack, springs and run-off. We also owe our rich volcanic soils and sunny slopes to the mountain. But I also cherish Mt. Hood for it’s beauty and wilderness.
I’ve seen it in all kinds of weather, all kinds of moods, all times of day and night.
- Anne Lerch
Met A Squirrel On The Summit…
Paragliding launch from Mt. Hood by local fliers
My relationship with Mt Hood is a microcosm of my life.
Climbed it over 40 times by ten routes, all kinds of weather around my 40th Bday climbed it monthly for 15 months had some close calls, met a squirrel on the summit as I was eating supper once…started the HTC race from the summit twice… ran the Timberline trail in a long day 5 times… (also backpacked it several times).
One time I rode a bike from home in Portland to Ramona Falls Trail, climbed Cathedral Ridge, came down the south side and got back to my bike by following the timberline trail. The whole trip I was terrified I wouldn’t have the energy to ride back up the hill by the old Ivy Bear Restaurant (made it back to Sandy for a milkshake then home after 18 hours). Skiied around the peak at 8000 feet once with a friend, then once alone.
Climbed once in November racing a storm to the summit which broke over me like a ten thousand foot tsunami just below the summit. 6 months later I was standing solemnly at the cave of the OES students a week after the tragedy on a warm May afternoon with downhill skiers whizzing by.
I did two of the early paragliding launches off the summit (not legal, but getting to be a long time ago).
- Peter Reagan
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