This is a journey that I started two years ago. Somehow I first ended up in Damascus and then moved to Gladstone, Oregon a year ago. Now I'm finally making the move to Sandy, which will save me lot's of gas, since I'm in Sandy three or four days a week. The move will also save time too, since it is a 40 mile round trip.
Sandy is best known as the gateway to Mt Hood. The picture is from a recent chamber of commerce meeting at Mt Hood Hospice. This is the view of the mountain that we have on a clear day. Days such as this occur more often that we like to admit. The image of rain, rain and more rain helps keeps visitors away (don't let the people at the Chamber know I said that). Of course, rain in the valleys and foothills mean snow on the mountain.
The white patch of snow in front of the mountain is on the Devil's backbone. That is where the Barlow Road came down from Mt Hood. The wagon trains stayed on the high ground to avoid swampy areas along the river bottoms. From the backbone they had to drop down and cross the Sandy river. Then it was a steep climb up to Sandy. This was the last leg of the Oregon Trail.
Ok, enough history.
How long will I stay in Sandy. Who knows, it could be a couple of months or the rest of my life. I like the community, but opportunties may come along that draw me to other places. Until that happens, Sandy will be home.
