When the dance of dusk embraces Mount Hood, climbers trace their way down its silent slopes. The upper flanks of the mountain cloaked in a moonlit haze. The feeling, an ethereal glow of a winter's eve.
When the dance of dusk embraces Mount Hood, climbers trace their way down its silent slopes. The upper flanks of the mountain cloaked in a moonlit haze. The feeling, an ethereal glow of a winter's eve.