Mt Hood Oregon
Mt Hood is a beautiful Mountain and one of the many things we Oregonians are proud to have in our state. When friends from California came up to visit, we took a jaunt up to Timberline Lodge at the base of Mt Hood, about the 6000 ft level. Of course, it was summertime, so there was not any snow to speak of!
Peggy and Adam with Mt Hood in the background
Excerpt from http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/Volcanoes/Hood/description_hood.html:
Mount Hood was first known to the Northwest Indians as Wy'East. Today Mount Hood's summit rises to 11,237 feet above sea level. Geologists agree that Wy'East, like all the Cascade volcanoes, may only be "resting" from more active volcanic activity.
Northwest Indians told early explorers about the fiery Mount St. Helens. In fact, an Indian name for the mountain, Louwala-Clough, means "smoking mountain". According to one legend, the mountain was once a beautiful maiden, "Loowit". When two sons of the Great Spirit "Sahale" fell in love with her, she could not choose between them. The two braves, Wyeast and Klickitat fought over her, burying villages and forests in the process. Sahale was furious. He smote the three lovers and erected a mighty mountain peak where each fell. Because Loowit was beautiful, her mountain (Mount St. Helens) was a beautiful, symmetrical cone of dazzling white. Wyeast (Mount Hood) lifts his head in pride, but Klickitat (Mount Adams) wept to see the beautiful maiden wrapped in snow, so he bends his head as he gazes on St. Helens.
Native American legends abound with descriptions of the brothers Wy'east (Hood) and Pahto (Adams) battling for the fair La-wa-la-clough (St. Helens). Behaviors attributed to Wy'east (as paraphrased from Harris' (1988) summary of Native American lore) include hurtling of hot rocks from gaping holes, sending forth streams of liquid fire, loss of formerly high summits, and choking of valleys with rocks. These are fair descriptions of Mount Hood's reconstructed activity over the past two millennia.
Mount Hood, 3,426 meters (11,239 feet) high, is the fourth highest peak in the Cascades and the highest in Oregon. It was named after a British admiral and first described in 1792 by William Broughton, member of an expedition under command of Captain George Vancouver (Broughton, 1929). The first geologic reconnaissance primarily described the existing glaciers (Hague, 1871).
Me and Peggy looking to the south
On June 11, 1936, at the height of the Great Depression, ground was broken for a project unique in America. Timberline Lodge was built entirely by hand, inside and out, by unemployed craftspeople hired by the Federal Works Projects Administration. For three months during this spring, Forest Service workers labored to clear the snow. Construction workers lived in tent cities in Summit Meadows, and were trucked daily to the construction site. The spring of 1936 was long and mild, and the workers were able to get the building enclosed before the worst of the cold weather. In 1937, only 15 months since it was started, the lodge was completed and the dedication of the Lodge was by President Franklin Roosevelt in September. In 1978, Timberline Lodge was declared a National Historic Landmark.
The Lodge doesn't much resemble the Lodge that I remembered from when I was living on Mt Hood in the late 70's and early 80's. In fact, I don't care to see it again. What I considered a magnificent building with warmth and character was reformed into something like a mass of caverns leading to different places within the lodge.
The "day lodge" has an overpriced eatery and several "boothes" of people hawking their wares, also over-priced. I wasn't terribly impressed with it.
Adam and me looking to the south
Government Camp, which is nestled at the 4000 ft level on Hwy 26 below Timberline Lodge was a quaint community with character and warmth when I lived there. It is, of course, now evolved to a more commercial look, which I suppose is appealing to some. It was not appealing to me and I don't care to return there. Here is a good link for the history of Government Camp:
The Mountain will always be beautiful and majestic, but I shall view it from a distance from now on. I wish I hadn't gone there and ruined my beautiful memories of that once lovely area.
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