I went to Mt. Hood last summer twice. The first time we went, we planned it out and got all the camping gear and shit, and then we set up camp on the Zig Zag creek. It was like 95 degrees out, and we had a small river running through our camp site, with 4 thrity bombs of High Life, 2 bottles of Jeger, a case of redbull and an Ounce. For 4 days, and 3 people. It was the dopest time of my entire life.
The second time we just bounced to hood one day in early august, show up and there's a rail jam going down. We camped in the woods next to the timberline parking lot. Bad idea.
It got so fucking cold, and we weren't prepared at all, skied the jam, and left the next day. It was whack