It was raining in Portland. No surprise there.
I wasn’t sure, however, what was happening up on Mount Hood where I was heading for a wintery story. I’d heard snow and I’d heard rain.
Thankfully the driving drops turned to graceful flurries below Government Camp and the accumulation got deeper and deeper as I powered up the final stretch of road to Timberline. People were digging out stuck vehicles, putting on skis and doing canon balls into the heated pool when I arrived.
More than a foot of snow fell, making it official for me, if not yet on the calendar, that it was winter.
You can find Kevin Max’s report in the current issue of 1859 Oregon’s Magazine.