Winter is probably my favorite time of year in the Columbia River Gorge. Seeing as I am an avid snowboarder and cross country skier — and just about nothing else, as far as sports go — that’s pretty to understand why. For me, taking a smooth, quiet run down a Mt. Hood Meadows hill dusted with a few inches of new is one of the best experiences in the world.

It’s easy to be lulled into a false sense of security that the ground beneath you is as smooth as the run you’re taking. It’s not. Beneath your wool socks and boots lies a world of snowed-in mountain streams, saplings, and boulders suspended in a deep, hiemal slumber… or in this year’s case, more like a catnap.