Well, I can tell you where I was on the 1st. I was carving my way through the fresh powder (fingers crossed) on Mt. Hood! It’s one of the great things about Portland. You can hit a roaring New Year’s party in town, and next morning be on the mountain.

I don’t know whose idea it was last year but a bunch of us went up on New Year’s and it was spectacular. There were, um, a few others on the mountain, but not nearly as many I expected.

Last year we did Timberline, which if you haven’t been to the lodge, you’ve got to go. Even if you don’t ski. It’s an incredible place. Built in the 1930s with these enormous logs and all this awesome ironwork.

But this year we went with Meadows. I’m glad everyone drank up on New Year’s. The worse your hangover was, the shorter the lines were for us…;-)

Have fun,
Keith