We awoke to a winter wonderland in Mt. Shasta!



Thankfully, the snow had stopped and the hotel parking lot had been cleared by a plow, but we walked down the street to purchase tire chains anyway. We might encounter more snow and ice in Yosemite and did not want to get stuck again.



Conditions improved as soon as we started south. We took I-5 to Sacramento and arrived in time for a late lunch at Café Morocco. It had fantastic reviews on Yelp, but we were somewhat disappointed to find it rather mediocre.

We checked in at the Quality Inn in midtown and then headed to Old Sacramento in search of dinner. “Old Sac” is a quaint, touristy area – much like Tombstone, but without the cowboys.

It was 28 degrees and we had plans to spend 3 hours on snowmobiles. I bundled up with 7 layers on top and 3 on the bottom, including my new snow pants. Amazingly, I was quite comfortable all morning, with the exception of my fingers which kept getting numb.



Our motivation for going to Diamond Lake was to snowmobile to Crater Lake. Unfortunately, that particular trail was not groomed. But, we had a blast anyway! The snow-covered, tree-lined trail was gorgeous and we only saw a handful of people the entire morning. Apparently, snowmobiling is not a popular Easter activity.





Paul was surprised when I requested two single snowmobiles instead of one double, and even more so when I hauled ass down the trail. Of course, I was also the one who got my machine so stuck in deep snow that we had to go back to the rental place and have someone come out to rescue it. (This is Paul trying to get it out.)



We made lunch on the road, stopped in Ashland for coffee and tea, and then continued down I-5 into California. When we left Ashland, it was about 50 degrees and lightly raining. As we drove, and climbed in elevation, the rain became heavy and then changed to snow. Highway traffic slowed to a crawl and, when it became icy, Paul pulled off at the next exit which was for the town of Mt. Shasta.

At the end of the exit ramp, we turned left, hoping to get to the Best Western just on the other side of the overpass. We saw cars sliding all over the place, and then ours became one of them. We couldn’t move without sliding and so we just put on our hazards, stayed put and watched lots of near misses as other cars attempted to make it over the icy bridge.

Just a few minutes later, a police officer asked Paul to step out of the car, got behind the wheel himself and got us off of the bridge and out of the way. He suggested trying it again with some momentum. This ended us up in a snowbank, but a good Samaritan towed us out and then recommended an alternate route to the other side of the freeway, which was where all of the hotels were located.



A few treacherous miles later, I hopped out at the Mt. Shasta Inn to inquire about vacancy while Paul tried to get the car out of traffic. The owner informed me that they had plenty of rooms available, but, before registering, we would need to get our car into the parking lot, which was buried under two feet of snow. So, I asked for a shovel and got to work while Paul struggled with safely getting the car back to the motel.



After about 10 minutes, I was thrilled to see four other people walking out of the hotel with shovels. It turns out that they were the kids of the motel owner. Then, a young man walking down the street with a shovel jumped in and started helping. He was just out to offer help to anyone that needed it.

While our situation was frustrating at times, we were amazed by and grateful for the many kindnesses shown to us by total strangers.

It took us a good hour to clear enough snow to get the car in the lot, maneuver it up the driveway incline and fit it into a snow-free spot. We were relieved to finally settle into our room and take off our wet clothes, but also felt fortunate to be there and not stuck on I-5 which was now a giant parking lot.

Happy Easter!

Although it had stopped falling, there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground this morning. We bundled up and drove about 20 minutes to the site of the Horse Butte 10-Mile trail race put on by CORK (Central Oregon Running Klub).

As usual, I headed straight to the porta potties and willed the people in front of me to hurry up. As I finished my business, the race director gave the 10-second warning. Perfect timing – it was 32 degrees and I was happy to start running before I got much colder.

There were 173 people at this race advertised as “100% dirt and 99.9% single track.” Sure enough, after only about ¼ mile of forest service road, we hopped onto a very narrow trail.

I would have preferred more time to let the field spread out, as this left me stuck in the middle of a train of 12 people. I don’t like having people right on my heels and so, at the first climb, I stepped off the trail and then back on at the end of the line. I lost a few seconds, but a whole lot of pressure went with it. Yes, it’s a race, but I only found out about it 12 hours ago and was just there to enjoy the morning.

I was somewhat disappointed that the trail was not very scenic. It actually reminded me a lot of Arizona trails – hard-packed dirt, scrub, dead-looking trees, mountains in the distance.



The course was well-marked with flags and mile markers. Having guesstimated a finish time of around 2 hours, I was pleased to reach the halfway point in just under 1 hour. Shortly afterward, I came upon the one and only aid station. This may seem stingy for a race of this distance, but, in temperatures this cold, you don’t need a whole lot of fluid.

With a total elevation gain of about 500 feet, the course seemed quite flat compared to our San Francisco 20K hillfest two weeks ago. There was a definite incline over the first half of the race, but it was quite gradual.



I crossed the finish line in 1:56 and was given a fantastic handmade hat – possibly the best schwag I’ve received at a race.



We enjoyed veggie burgers and giant hot dogs while watching the award ceremony. Overall winners received plaid cowboy-type tops with the race name embroidered on the chest, while masters winners got embroidered Snuggies.







I was surprised and impressed that the race director remembered us and made a point to welcome us to the event and ask what we thought of it. She encouraged us to come back in the summer for other Bend races.

From there, we made a stop at Costco to stock up on some of our food box staples – canned salmon, canned chili, protein bars and almond butter – and then headed to our final Bend attraction, the Deschutes Brewery Tour. We ate at the Portland pub a few nights ago, but their primary location and brewery are here in Bend.

We gathered with a group of obvious beer lovers in the tasting room before the 1:00pm tour. The free tour includes 4 tastes of their various beers which may be consumed before, during or after the tour. I had two tastes before the tour, but, not being much of a beer lover, didn’t finish either.



Our tour guide, Samantha, was fun and knowledgeable. It was an interesting tour and our only complaint is that they do not offer their gluten-free beer in the tasting room.



We thoroughly enjoyed our time in Bend and would love to visit again in the summertime. But, it was time to move on, so we hopped back in the car, put on our book-on-tape (we’re on our fourth of the trip), and drove a few hours to Diamond Lake Resort where we purchased a snowmobile package that included one night in the motel and two 3-hour snowmobile rentals.

After an early dinner at the lodge, we had a quiet and relaxing evening of catching up on the blog and listening to more of our book, “The Amber Room.”

I checked the temperature on my IPhone before dressing for a run, but it wasn’t until I opened the door that I discovered it was snowing. Soon-to-be-New-Englanders, we weren’t going to let this deter us from our workout. And we were rewarded handsomely with a magical, snowy run along the Deschutes River.



Paul spent the day job hunting online at our temporary home, the Days Inn.

I checked out the outlets and the Old Mill District and ended up with a fabulous deal on a snow pants (now I can stop wearing a pair of Paul’s) and some waterproof gloves. Then, I spent some time at the local library planning out the remainder of our adventure.

Paul and I enjoyed dinner at the same place I had been for lunch, Café Yumm, a Eugene-based chain offering simple and healthy bowls of brown rice, beans and other (as they name suggests) yummy stuff.



As luck would have it, our visit coincided with the Tour du Chocolat fundraiser downtown at the Tower. Just $5 got you a glass of wine or beer and 5 “tastes.” The difficult part was choosing just 5 from about 20 decadent chocolate choices. There were cakes, truffles, cupcakes, brownies and more created by professionals, culinary students and everyday folks. It was a great time and an extraordinary deal…although the fundraiser in me wonders why they didn’t charge more.



As we left, we saw that, despite being past closing hours, the running store right next door was full of people. We wandered in and discovered that we had stumbled on Bend’s “Art Hop.” Most of the downtown establishments were serving wine and treats. Even the bank!

While in the running store, I inquired about good running trails and was encouraged to sign up for the following morning’s Horse Butte 10-Mile trail race. I had found it online, but the site mentioned that the event usually sold out. The Foot Zone guy was nice enough to call up the race director just as she happened to walk in the store. She was very happy to allow us out-of-towners as late entrants.

With its many opportunities for outdoor recreation, its active population (the only place we saw overweight people was in Costco – seriously) and the friendliness of its residents, Bend is definitely our kind of town.

With a lot on tap for the day, we were on the road by 8:30am and, before heading out of Portland, made a quick stop at New Cascadia Traditional Bakery which is a completely gluten-free establishment.



With some snacks for the drive, we were ready for the Columbia River Gorge. We opted for the historic highway instead of I-84 and were so pleased with this decision. It is spectacular with both river views and amazing waterfalls. We took our time and stopped at a number of falls for short hikes.









We also stopped at the Bonneville Dam and, as part of a tour with Ranger Dan, viewed the power generating station and the fish ladder.



We chatted briefly with the fish counter, a guy who actually spends 8 hours a day counting the fish that swim by his window and up the ladder on their way to spawn. He must be able to quickly identify over 30 types of fish. This day was the very first day of counting for the season and so there were not many fish to keep track of, but I can imagine that it gets hectic at the peak of migration.

We took a brief stroll in downtown Hood River and then were lucky to catch a glimpse of Mt. Hood before driving up it.





The mountain had received 3 feet of white stuff in the previous few days and, while this winter’s snowfall had, overall, been disappointing, it was still quite impressive to me. We stopped at Timberline Lodge - which you may know from the horror flick, The Shining - where a sign declared the average snowfall as 21 feet.







We didn’t linger too long as it was still snowing and we wanted to make it safely down the mountain to our final destination of the day, Bend.