A beautiful river, my favorite in Oregon, the McKenzie.
Tom had MLK Day off. We drove up to the Cascades to breathe in their frigid freshness.
Jolly burst of color in the midst of the startling - for us - cold. The temperature here was in the mid to upper teens.
Exhilarated sisters clown around.
Hard, crunchy snow, temperature in the single digits by this time as we were higher up, and these three began to hike around.
Beautiful moon casting its reflected light followed us home.
As we headed toward a wide spreading sepia sunset, the bright moon low and to our left, shadows and trees and cityscape silhouettes met us. Invigorated relaxation.
We made it home before the colder temperatures settled into our valley. Last night the moon was a clear, bright white I've never noticed before. Tom says it might be because there's no moisture in the air. The girls and I braved the chill, standing, hopping, gazing until our bare feet screamed to go inside.