– Erin Peterson
The air was quiet and crisp, the only sound being that of snow falling upon snow. The trees looked as if they had been made of ice, and every inch of the mountain was covered in mounds of powder. The chairlift attendants kept reminding me that Mt. Bachelor’s spring skiing was its best skiing and, over this past weekend, I found that to be true.
Riding down the mountain was like gliding through silk, not a patch of ice in sight. The easier runs on the front side of the mountain were well groomed, the more difficult Northwest runs were covered in tracked powder. The sun made an appearance several times throughout the day, but it wasn’t too long before it hid behind the fog and clouds again. I would have gone up to the summit, but with the wind biting my face already at the middle of the mountain, I decided against it. After riding my snowboard, Blue, named for its Blue Jay print, through the powder for at least five hours, my legs started to give in and I decided to call it a day.
Luckily, there was still plenty to do in Bend for the night. The Deschutes Brewery & Public House is one of my favorite spots in the city. Order the Inverted Pale and the hop-infused hummus platter and I can gaurantee you will be happy with your night. Or if you’re feeling more like a seafood that night, order a comforting bowl of New England clam chowder and a glass of Merlot at High Tides across the street.
Although is was hard to leave the fresh powder, the views on the drive back home made it almost worth it. The snowy tops of Three Sisters, the carved summit of Mt. Washington, and the three peaks of Three-Fingered Jack made it difficult to keep my eyes on the road.
It was hard to leave my winter wonderland, but I was happy to find spring in the air when I made it back to Eugene.