Remember when I wrote a post a while back about hiking to the top of Tidbits Mountain? Well, we decided when we were up there that it would be a lot of fun to sleep up there on top of that mountain, out under the stars. My partner said he had been talking about it for four years and had never done it, so one evening over Labor Day Weekend, after spending the day working out in the yard and digging potatoes, we packed up a picnic dinner, complete with beer and apple pie, and hit the trail. It seemed grand way to ring out the summer before Corey had to go back to work teaching, and I jumped back in to my kids' school schedule.
Our last summer hurrah.
We made it up the trail in hardly any time at all, and found that with the clear weather, we could enjoy eating our dinner with views of all the major mountains in the Oregon Cascades. No one else had our idea apparently, because we had the entire mountain top to ourselves.
The Three Sisters were out, and we could see Mt. Hood, Jefferson and Three Fingered Jack to the North, and Diamond Peak to the South.
The evening was warm, but the wind was chilly, so we crawled into our sleeping bags and watched the sun set and the stars come out. We woke up a couple of times in the night to complete stillness with not a sound or puff of wind, and the most stars I had ever seen in the sky.
In the morning, we had front row views of the sun making its appearance over the mountains.
And we got to take the whole thing in from the cozy cocoon of our sleeping bags.
Of all the backpacking, camping and sleeping out under the stars I have done over the years, nothing tops sleeping on a mountain top. I can think of no better way to wrap up a summer of excellent adventures near and far, and no one I would have rather shared it with than my adventure partner. It goes to show that the world is full of adventures to be had if you go out and seek them, and you can even find them in your sleep.