Last Saturday we woke up early and decided to take advantage of the sunny sunshine that was pouring through our dog-nose-smeared windows. Portland is good for many things, but hiking is at the the tippity top of the list of JUST DO IT. I’d been drooling over and dying to go to Saddle Mountain since I first set eyes on it. On instagram, of course. So we decided to make a day of it and we packed up the pups and some sammiches and set sail in the ‘ol Ford Focus towards the mountain. Halfway there we noticed the clouds. 3/4 of the way there, the rain decided to show up. And as we pulled up to the the trailhead, we opened our car doors and were greeted with a 20 degree temperature drop and a breezy mist that set up shop in our bones immediately. Twas cold, if you catch my drift. Casey’s gym shorts were suddenly feeling a little foolish. So after giving each other a few terrified looks of fear and hypothermia, we got back in the car and after a bit of deliberation decided that the best thing for everyone involved was to just eat our sandwiches (duh) and head home. About two seconds before we put the car in reverse, we noticed another car pull up and two dudes in their shorts and t-shirts got out and made their way to the trail and we decided hey, if they can do it…
So we turned off the car, gathered our ballz, and off we went. Luckily the first bits of the hike were extremely steep because the uphill-ness of the situation is what kept us warm for the better part of that trip. Eddie was in his zone. He was an outdoor-only dog before he got to us and that boy was not going to let cold or rain or 45 degree angles stop him. So, with Eddie as our leader, we forged on. And man, it was beautiful. Ugh. Portland and it’s freaking scenery.
We did quite well, if I do say so myself, until we were almost to the top of the mountain. That’s when the fog rolled in. And the hail made an appearance. And soon enough we couldn’t see further than 10 feet in front of us and were getting pelted from every direction with pea-sized chunks of ice. Again, Casey’s shorts, feeling pretttttty misplaced.
We made it to what we think (??) was the top-ish of the mountain. But who could really tell with that fog. And after a few obligatory “woohoo’s”, we headed back down. Which in theory sounds easier than uphill? But two beagles pulling you down a steep, wet, slippery hillside with edges that you can’t see past? Gah. Scurry stuff.
We made it back down the mountain in record time, piled into the car and after cranking up the seat warmers and swapping out some wet clothes, decided to swing by the coast since we were so close. Mother Nature decided to throw us a bone and stop the raining long enough for us to get pulled around the beach by the dogs for a bit. And then we toasted to our rugged outdoorsy skillz with some liquid sugar coffee drinks and some yogurt dipped doggy biscuits for the boys.
We left the coast tired, wet and exhausted. But, it was a really good day. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that Saturday won.
And on that note, we deserve some REAL sun. So, we’ll meet y’all back here after our trip to Arizona! Which starts, right, now.