I’ve decided to stop worrying about what to say about Timberline Lodge, and just to post my photos. Despite the lodge having a house dog, they do not allow visitor dogs, so John and I traded off looking around (briefly) inside while the other waited with Maxwell (and a rotating collection of other banned dogs) on the front steps.
I spent the majority of my own ten minute allotment, in a whirlwind of snapping shots, in awe at every turn of the detailed and beautiful handcrafted finish work. The lodge was built in the mid-1930s by the Works Progress Administration, which, if you are not familiar with the Great Depression in the US, was a massive government project to fund the employment of workers of various skill levels for public works projects – roads, public buildings, and so on – and it was because of the artists and crafts people who put the finishing touches on Timberline that we had been eager to visit.
Here is just a handful of the beauty of the lodge..
The door to the ski locker area, adjacent to the front entryway:
A mosaic with skunk and fishing bear (and other animals):
A hand-carved fawn newel post:
A sturdy bench with a pretty iron base (that I failed to capture)…
… and its carved and painted surface:
A hallway runner, hand-hooked, made of recycled Civilian Conservation Corps uniforms:
Stone and carved wood walls:
More carvings in the walls:
A curlicue wrought-iron boot scraper:
A guest room, decorated as it would have been originally:
The cashier window, with wrought-iron grate:
Everything was like this – and I am sure what I noticed was only a drop in the bucket. I am eager to go back and spend more time there, both on the trails outside, and looking around the lodge. Maybe someday – although we probably won’t stay there, with their anti-Maxwell policy in place.