One of my favorite things about flying in and out of Portland during the daylight hours is the amazing views you get of the Cascade Mountains. When my parents were first looking for a place to live that wasn’t Southern California, my mom had a dream about living someplace with a view of a mountain. Soon after we found ourselves in Portland.
On clear days, Portlanders don’t say comment on the cloudless sky, they simply say, “the mountain is out.” Growing up, whenever my sister and I would be in the car with our mom and she caught a glimpse of Mt. Hood, she’s say, “there’s my mountain.” It was as if it had called to her and she was lovingly bound to it.