Without thinking too much about it, write about a time when you were truly happy


I was standing on Mt Hood alone at twilight. It was 2009. I had just applied for my job at Sandy Library – or maybe I hadn’t applied for it yet. I think I was thinking about applying for it. Raf and I decided to have a getaway vacation in late August so we stayed at the  Timberline Lodge for a couple of nights. The first night there we went for a walk behind the lodge up on the trails. Raf went ahead of me on the Timberline Trail to see what was up there and I stayed behind, taking pictures of lupines. The sun was setting and the light was beautiful.

I was in a stressful place in my life at that time. I was really unhappy where I was. I hated living in Spokane and so did Raf but we felt stuck. When I was on Mt Hood that evening all of that stress and unhappiness melted away for a few moments while I stood there. I shot my photos and stood up and took a breath. I was alone on the trail. I looked around at the beauty around me and was in awe of it. I let the beauty sink in. I felt the cool breeze. I looked at the carpet of purple before me that I was photographing. My senses seemed to be tuned in – superpower style – to that moment. My sense of hearing kicked in and I heard a strange sound. I heard the sound of thousands of bees buzzing. It was an amazing sound and I tuned in a bit more. I just sat there and listened to the bees for what seemed like an eternity. I was in awe. I was in this amazing, beautiful place, listening to thousands of bees going about the mundane business of pollinating flowers. In that moment I realized that I was happy. I felt happiness. I felt pure happiness.

It is a strange thing when you realize you are feeling happiness.  I don’t feel pure happiness very often. I can probably count the times I have felt this feeling on one hand. Each time has been special and I remember these times with great clarity.

This particular time was accompanied by a sense of peace. That everything would be fine. Everything would work out.

It still blows my mind when I think about the fact that I had no idea I would be moving to Mt. Hood two months later. It is amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time. My whole life changed from that moment.



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Timberline Lodge

Photography, Travel and Other Adventures

Timberline lodge
I visit Timberline Lodge often and it is near and dear to my heart. I knew, when I started playing around with pinhole photography, that I wanted it to be the subject of some pinhole photographs.

Apparently I visited Timberline lodge when I was younger but I have no memory of it at all. So my first remembered trip to Timberline Lodge was in 2009, a few months before I moved here. I fell completely in love with Mount Hood during that trip. At the time, I had no idea I would move here two months later. Sometimes I still can’t believe I live here, close enough to drive up there any time I want.

If you are ever visiting Portland a visit to the Timberline Lodge is a must. If you can stay there, even better. It’s a little pricey though. When Raf and I stayed there we were in the hostel-style rooms. They were rather rustic accommodations and the bathrooms are shared with other floor-mates. But it was fun! Still a bit spendy for what we got but, in the end, worth it.

Timberline Lodge was used for the outside shots of the Overlook Hotel in The Shining, so it has a kind of creepy feel to it. It is also very cozy though. Every single thing in that place is hand made, from floor to ceiling. And hand made by local artisans. (The Shining features the beautiful drive up to the lodge in the opening scenes).

The Patio

These photos were taken in June with my Holga and Portra 400.

I have taken many photos up there over the past few years. My favorite is this one.

Timberline Lodge is an entry on the wonderful website Atlas Obscura. The Mr introduced me to this site a month ago and I love it. I want t visit all of these places and take a pinhole photograph and document it on my other blog. Today was my first entry.