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becomes focus at
Mt. Hood Meadows
Zach Urness Salem Statesman Journal | USA TODAY NETWORK
The experience of chairlift hiking at Mount Hood Meadows feels a little bit like, well, skiing. h There’s
a lot less snow, if any at all, and instead of boots, pants and a parka, you’re probably dressed in shorts
and a t-shirt. h But the simple mechanism of gliding up the mountain on a chairlift, enjoying views of
Oregon’s tallest mountain and then beginning a ﬂuid downhill trip does oﬀer a similar vibe to the
winter alternative. Gravity does the work as you hike, instead of ski, along trails that weave through
forest, wildﬂowers and a ton of bear grass on a collection of routes newly created at Mount Hood’s
largest ski area. h It’s become standard for ski areas to retroﬁt in the summer to cater to a diﬀerent
style of recreation, with chairlift-assisted mountain biking a focus at Timberline Lodge and Mount
Bachelor, while Skibowl oﬀers a summer adventure park with ziplines, go-carts and even a rock
climbing wall. See CHAIRLIFT, Page 2B
Chairlift-aided hiking and new trails at Mount Hood Meadows is a new way to
experience the largest ski area on Mount Hood. ZACH URNESS/STATESMAN JOURNAL
A tribute to Harry, the squirrel chasing, skunk ﬁghting hound
Harry has left the building as they
used to announce to rabid Elvis Presley
fans in the 1950s who lingered in audi-
toriums long after his departure hoping
After almost a decade of owning us,
Harry the mostly Jack Russell terrier
went to the big dog park in the sky on
We made the decision to take him on
the last ride to the vet when he was so
unsteady that I had to carry him home
after a pair of back-to-back 50-foot eve-
Harry just stood trembling on wobbly
legs, staring into the distance.
Toward the end, I had to hoist him up
and down the back steps by his harness,
and he had a hard time navigating famil-
iar turf, once mistaking the opening un-
der a vanity table for the door to his ad-
We suspected a stroke.
Being without Harry is like having a
phantom pain from an amputated limb.
We still needlessly close the gate
when we go out to the back yard; listen
for the jingle of his tags announcing the
morning ritual of letting him out to do
“I looked for him out back,” Kay said
about 15 minutes ago after returning
That kind of mental muscle memory.
I still side-step to avoid his now-gone
dog bed in the oﬃce, and there’s a big
bald spot in the bedroom where his
crate used to be.
Harry was probably the only dog in
the world that had a pair of Tempur-
Pedic pillows to sleep on, inheriting
them when they didn’t work for us.
Life apparently wasn’t quite so cushy
prior to his arrival from California
Harry, the mostly Jack Russell terrier,
and former owner of Henry and Kay
Miller. HENRY MILLER/SPECIAL TO THE
among a load of canine transplants.
He was sporting a healed bald patch
on his neck apparently left over from a
mauling at the previous facility, the
woman at the Willamette Humane Soci-
ety told us when we decided to adopt
His given name was Spock, which we
changed because of his coat, which had
the appearance of a cross between a
miniature collie that had been groomed
with garden shears and the contents of
a shop vac at a kennel.
When we got him, they estimated
that Harry was between 5 and 6 years
old, so about 15 to 16 when he crossed
over the River Styx.
We almost took him back on Day 1.
When he was turned loose on the
house for the ﬁrst time, he jumped onto
the couch, and from there onto an end
table before vaulting to the ﬂoor and lift-
ing a leg on a potted ﬁcus.
We slept on it, then decided to keep
him after a relatively uneventful night.
As with a lot of terriers, Harry wasn’t
a cuddler or a snuggler, although he was
a shameless smoozer if you had treats or
any meal involving meat or cheese, or
Insatiably curious, Harry would kick
See MILLER, Page 2B