Timberline, Mt. Hood.
There was really only one lift running (Palmer). But it was a wonderful day.
Pucci was a mess, and they tricked us into thinking it would be better to ski down and take the lift up than walking to the mile. Not so. It was icy to the extreme, the snow was so hard packed. And there were rocks EVERYWHERE. It was so hard getting to the bottom of Pucci I wish I had just walked over to the mile. Riding up the mile was strange - as I was in ski clothes, had skis on my feet, and it was cold - but there was no snow. (Even more weird was riding the mile back down...).
Palmer was nice nice nice. Good snow considering. But it was windy and cold. Not too bad though.
After a short first day we called it quits as the biting wind and the long lines (with only one lift it got to be a big wait...) made it so that we felt it better not to push ourselves. Several long runs was enough to break in the new skis (which are way way way better than my old skis).
All in all - I love riding on the mountain. There is nothing quite as good as snow sports - even when they are kinda crummy they are good.
I hope the snow is good this year.