How would you feel if you didn't get what you are used to having? Would you be happy without your morning coffee? What? It hurts even to imagine that? Sorry. Let's imagine how a bear feels without a hibernation period. Unrested, upset and dangerous. Could you picture an unhappy bear? Good. Now, put me in place of that bear. I grew up in an area where winter lasted 5 months. Suddenly, I have this winter which is mild even by Pacific Northwest standards - warm, wet and green. Embrace yourself: I'll show you a couple of the most wintery images we had this so-called winter.
Light frost, that's it. It was time to think about spring and spring plantings, and I was still craving for some, at least short, white period of hibernation. The mournings about heavy snowfalls coming from other states and Europe just made me more miserable. So, the decision was made: if I don't have snow, I need to find it. Thus, off we went to Mount Bachelor in our neighboring beautiful state of Oregon.
We couldn't stop noticing how different the scenery looked in comparison with previous years. Even Mt. Hood didn't look very ski-friendly. There wasn't enough snow! Central Oregon looked nice, but snowless:
Sun River Resort, where we stayed, had only patches of snow. But, when we arrived at the mountain, our fears had gone away. There was lots of nice clean white stuff!
No, this is not Mt.Bachelor in the picture above. It's the mountain that we admired from the ski lift.
I enjoyed the lift rides as much as the skiing itself. There is such beauty around!
I can even say that I've done some bird watching. The bird sitting on this giant tree was huge. I couldn't say if it was a crow or a raven.
Now, can you see two birds on that tree? If the line to the ski lift was longer, I probably would have seen three birds, and four or five, but the lines were short and moved fast.
The sun was setting. There were no crowds, no lines to the lifts, and we had several slopes just for ourselves.
Cross-country skiing was just as enjoyable as downhill. Being in the magnificent silent forest for several hours was very therapeutic.
Although, I should admit that I was thinking about meeting a bear and tried not to go too far into the forest.
So, there is nothing left from my snowless winter blues, just this blue color in a snowcrack in the picture:
The Russian bear is happy. She saw the real winter.
Copyright 2010 TatyanaS