|Timberline Lodge and the summit of Mount Hood|
On the way back, our bus driver told us how one of his buddies had driven a bunch of Iraqi diplomats up to Timberline Lodge. One of the diplomats was the Minister of Security, it was the first time he had seen snow and he was wearing a really fancy Italian suit. The driver walked up to the diplomat, and told him there was an "American tradition" that he wanted to introduce the diplomat to. He picked up a handful of snow and hit the Minister in the gut. His bodyguards freaked out, but the Minister of Security fired back, pretty soon there had been an international snow ball incident in the Timberline parking lot.
By the time we got back it was too late to make dinner. I don't think I'll be able to make dinner next week either because Cy and I are headed to Kentucky, and the TSA would prefer we didn't cook dinner over a Bunsen burner at 30,000 feet.