Snowed In - an adventure in crazy optimism

This weekend some friends and I had the opportunity to stay at a cabin at Mt Hood, which was awesome. However, the problem was that the cabin was a mile or two off the main road, and record snowfall made getting in nearly impossible. I say nearly because after 8 hours of work we were able to reach the cabin and also figure out a way to truck in gear and food. It ended up being a mix of a snow walking, 4×4ing, and snow shoveling.

Staying at the cabin was ideally just supposed to make our snowboard trip easier. It was going to be a close place to crash every night after riding. However, due to the the most physically grueling 8 hours in memory my body was totally wiped. The following morning I could barely get out of bed as every muscle in my body ached. After hanging out the following day in the cabin we realized that we had probably work on making sure we could get back out, as the snow just kept falling.

Even though it ended up being a totally different weekend then I imagined it was fun in its own right. It reminded me of being a kid, because there was one goal, getting to the cabin, and nothing else mattered. It would have been easier to just get a different place, just forget having a cabin, or just go home, but those were not options. We were going to make it to the cabin and dammit it was going to be an adventure, and that is what it turned out to be.

Expectations and being practical are lame, adventures are cool, long live adventures!!

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