Happy Birthday, Barry, on Mt. Baker

You know you've had a great vacation when you think you might cry while you're packing up to leave.  I'll admit I got a little misty-eyed on Friday as Barry and I wrapped up one of the best weeks we've had in a long time.  We went up to Mt. Baker in Washington to ski and snowboard for several days in celebration of Barry's Valentine's Day birthday.  We stayed in a great A-frame cabin that had a cozy fireplace and hot tub.  We enjoyed long, dark mornings with coffee and books before we headed to the slopes.  The views from Mt. Baker were gorgeous with stunning craggy peaks on all sides.  We lucked out with amazing weather.  I'd never snowboarded in such deep powder that was so fun and so forgiving.  We had a great time with friends who live near Baker.  They showed Barry parts of the mountain that he never would have seen on his own (I stuck to my blue square runs, thank you very much).  And Barry and I spent lovely, quiet evenings together, thinking about our days and relishing the peaceful setting.  It was a wonderful birthday week, and it wasn't even my birthday!


Tucson, Work and Pleasure

During the first week of February for the past four years, I've made a trip to Tucson for my job.  The trip has usually made for a nice break from Portland winter weather, it has always filled with long days of fun but dirty work,  and it's a guaranteed good time with my boss/friend.  This year was no different except that this year I was sick as a dog for the entire trip.  My apologies to my boss/friend who put up with my sneezing, sniffling, coughing, and groaning all week long, and then suffered through all of those symptoms herself when we got back to Portland.  That mess aside, we had a successful trip work-wise, ate great food, and stayed in a a very cool (and probably haunted) old building.