You’d think that when Mt. Hood heard I was getting up at 5 a.m. to come visit her -- yes, MOI, the night-owl, sleep-in girl -- she would have put on a little extra show: perhaps would have grabbed a cloud or two or called in a dancing canoe. But alas, it was not to be. She did put on a light dusting of new snow and was lovely, nonetheless, and when I told her so she blushed ever so modestly.
Trillium Lake, Oregon