I've been dropped off unexpectedly high up on Mount Hood. It's like I was with some people at a bachelor party, and this was part of the plan. It's not exactly like the real Mount Hood, but we're about 3/4 of the way to the top. I guess we're not going to the top, we're just going to descend to Timberline Lodge. All is snow, and I can see a boot-packed trail winding down among the territorial features.

Visibility is decreasing quickly, and I wonder if this is a good idea. I don't think whoever planned it realized how dangerous it could be if it turned to a whiteout. I see a couple other people heading upward, people who are dressed in street clothes and even a dress, and somebody with a physical infirmity, like artificial legs. What are they doing up here?

Then an eskimo-looking lady approaches my group with a naked baby, begging for change. I get very mad and start yelling at her about bringing her baby up her for pity, which attracts the attention of some others in my group, who approach us to see what is going on. I try to explain, still yelling, and make her feel bad, and the last spoken word is "book"... "book"... "book"... which becomes the sound of my phone buzzing.