Do you ever find yourself brimming with things to say, but no words to say them with? Thats exactly how I feel right now. I think these pictures of yesterdays trip to Mt. Hood speak far more eloquently than I ever could (especially right now, with my sleepy little brain running on four wee hours of sleep).
Yesterday was a beautiful day, full of incredible fog, majestic trees, snow, fresh mountain air, breathtaking views, and lots of chilly kisses. While on the mountain we visited Little Crater Lake, a tiny artisan spring. We didn't see a soul while there and it felt like we were the only people in the whole world. I'll never forget the amazing feeling of peace and solitude as we strolled through pine scented undergrowth surrounding the lake, or the ghostly shapes of pines rising majestically out of the mist around us. That evening we drove up Mt. Hood, where we were greeted by blankets of clouds and a beautifully understated sunset. Not a bad end to a lazy long weekend.