We had driven three and a half hours to Ashland, Oregon, so our three boys could have a weekend playing in the snow on Mount Ashland. It doesn’t snow very much on the southern coast of Oregon. They had a good time, and it was a productive weekend for the magazine. While the boys and Mom played in the snow, I scoped out the next issue.

But we got caught in a big snowstorm coming home, one that stretched all the way home. John Silveira had stayed at our house while we were gone and got some beautiful photos of the snow-covered forest leading to the Pacific Ocean.

But I’m pooped. Driving for several hours in snow is exhausting.