Last week we played hooky and left Portland for two nights in a cabin on the river at the foot of the mountain. It snowed in town the day before we left and I worried that we'd get stuck on our way to the cabin. We'd never gone to that part of the state before and I didn't know what to expect. We aren't seasoned snow people, living here. It hardly ever snows, and when it does the whole city freaks out and shuts down, even for an inch or two. Fortunately for us, the roads were all clear for our drive.
The cabin was perfect; very cozy with handmade quilts, and a bit rustic with knotty pine walls. We kept the wood stove burning while we played darts, put together puzzles, and watched the water go by outside. We took a walk by the river and the kids delighted in the snow on the ground.
To get a break from the eternal task of cooking all the time, we got a pizza and kale salad the first night, and some local barbecue the second night. I brought a lemon poppyseed loaf that I had baked ahead. It was the perfect thing to eat while sipping a quiet cup of tea in the morning while everyone else slept. I'm always an early riser and sleeping somewhere different exacerbates it. I woke up at 4:15 both mornings. The last morning I was up early enough to catch the full moon before it slipped behind the hills.
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