I visited Trillium Lake and enjoyed the awesome beauty of Mount Hood.
The drive to the lake is partially closed so you have to walk a couple miles to get there. We appreciated this because it thinned out the stroller crowd.
We walked with a three-month old puppy and habituated her to her cargo harness. We fed the clever, curious gray jays that ate right out of our hands. A Steller’s jay accompanied the group of gray jays but kept its distance from us.
I watched a lone raven croak from the tip-top of a fir tree. I watched two bald eagles hunt fish in graceful low flight over the water. We chilled in our hammocks and let the tired puppy rest in her warm doggy sleeping bag.
We also checked out a small creek on the way. The forest is already very cold and damp, as it should be in early November. It’s as if the cold rises up from the earth itself. It’s as if winter comes up from below the deep forest.
Mount Hood’s snow had receded and the rock face seemed to burn with an enduring glory. It was a sunny day and we watched its reflection on the water grow more true as the lake became calmer with the setting sun. We looked on the play of light and the long shadows of the winter evening before we headed home.
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