After skiing around Trillium Lake (despite blisters from my boots), I got the bug for more snow. We headed to Little John. This sweet location has an open log cabin to enjoy a crackling fire after hours of sledding. We had a blast!
Snow and freezing rain was headed to Portland that night. As we headed out of the Gorge (with ample time before the storm), a jack-knifed semi truck stopped traffic for 4 hours! What usually takes us one hour to commute, we did in six! Good thing we dressed warm and over packed food & blankets. It was a forced break we had to surrender to. Driving on a blanket of snow and ice as the Gorge winds whipped our car like a ping-pong ball? Not so much.