The mountain is called Wy’east, for a chief of the Multnomah tribe. He is a fighter, for the love of a maiden or against a rival chief. He has slept these past 200 years, but will waken again someday.
In the meantime he shares his mighty slopes with hikers and skiers and intrepid climbers. He has been known to take life, but he is not treacherous; the brave know the risks they take. From afar his snowy shoulders seem so peaceful, so gentle, but a warrior lies beneath.