Escape to Mirror Lake

Time passes differently during Pacific Northwest winters. Is that morning grey or evening grey? Is it ten am or two pm? A lurking type of weather that absorbs color and ambition.
It’s a Friday afternoon, and with the weekend slated for more gloom, my stomach churns with an anxious feeling. Something has to be done about this cabin fever. I check the weather app, looking at all locations within a two-hour drive of Portland. We’ve decided that sunshine would be best, but that snow beats the hell out of the rain. As it goes, the sunshine loses the meteorological roshambo, and we find ourselves in the car destined for Mirror Lake.