The view when I get out of elevator at work looks something like this:
Minus the orange leaves, of course. Also minus the skyscrapers—my view actually includes the Willamette River and Ross Island. But whatever. The point is for you to see Mt. Hood.
When it’s time to leave work, I often take a longcut to the bus. I do this because if I miss it when it stops at my hospital, I can walk across this nifty little sky bridge to the hospital next door and catch it when it arrives there.
Normally, I speed across this bridge. So focused on beating the bus, I rarely look out the windows. Which is why I was shocked the other day when I looked up and saw something that looked like this (minus the Fremont Bridge and plus some snow):
Something seemed off. I even stopped in my tracks and gasped. HOLY SHIT, HOOD BLEW ITS WAD! I thought to myself. WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!
But no—I am just a moron. It’s actually Mount St. Helens, which blew its wad over 25 years ago. So much for me thinking I inherited my father’s sense of direction.
The arrow is Portland. The white dot to the SE is Hood. To the NE is Helens. To the right of Helens is Mount Adams (which I’ve never been able to see from Portland, but maybe it’s possible). The point: the elevator bank faces one direction, and the sky bridge view is about 90 degrees counterclockwise.
The view from my office looks like this:
HAHA! Not. That’s actually just a picture of a window that a friend sent me to remedy the fact that my office has no windows at all. To picture the view from my office, imagine yourself staring at a fluorescently-lit greyish wall (that was once white) with a small printout of the above window tacked to it. And that’s my view. Here’s a Photoshopped visual:
PS: In searching for a photo of Mt. Hood, I came across this Wikipedia entry for the dog that saved the lives of three hikers in February. One of those hikers, the guy who belongs to the dog, was on one of my frisbee teams last year. His dog watched many of our games. Now, this story made national news, and he and his dog were on TV programs seen all over this country (including Oprah, I think), but that seemed normal to me, given the James Kim tragedy and the other various backcountry incidents that happened this winter. But an entire Wikipedia entry devoted to your dog?! Granted, it’s a stub, but whatever! HOW COOL IS THAT??? I wish Chelsea had one of those—that is, one that I didn’t have to make myself. She does have this blog, after all.