I find deep snow near Bend. Is this what it is like in Maine right now?

When I wake up to my alarm clock at 7:45 am, I am only thinking one thing: don't miss my bus to Bend, Oregon!  I rush downstairs and make pancakes and my hemp smoothie, only slightly jealous of the guy from San Francisco that is eating avocado, a seaweed salad, and steak.  I couldn't care less about the meat, but I want leafy green vegetables.  I have none.  We chat during breakfast, and then I rush upstairs to pack my bag (which I never really unpacked).  I come back downstairs to check out and find that my San Francisco friend is also leaving (he is headed for the airport) and he offers me a ride to the Amtrak station.  I cram my backpack in the back of his hatchback with his luggage and we take off for the train station.  I arrive there plenty early for my Amtrak bus, which should leave at 10:12 am, but doesn't even arrive in Eugene until 10:35 am.  I board the bus with 2 other guys and we ride across town to the Greyhound station.  The bus sits there for a 30 minute layover, before we pick up another 8 passengers.  There are a total of 28 seats on this bus, arranged in 7 rows with 2 seats on either side of the aisle.  I am looking forward to napping on the bus, but then a woman gets on and BEGS to sit beside me.  There are 15 people on the bus and (of course) I end up being the only person (other than the woman) who does not have my own set of two seats to stretch out in.  This is becoming a pattern with me.  Even if there are two or three empty rows of seats around me on the train, people (usually men) will always ask to sit beside me.  Do people really think I want to sit beside them.  Why are some people so sketchy?  I get off the bus in Bend at 1:30 pm, and I have never felt more stiff in my life.  I sat half on/half off my seat the entire ride because the woman beside me had control of our joint armrest and her head kept attacking me while she was sleeping!  The ride to Bend was beautiful, we passed through several mountain passes and Sisters, Oregon (a cute little town).  The snow is incredibly deep in these mountains (it is pilled up almost 18 feet deep on the sides of the highway).  I see a spot where the Pacific Crest Trail intersects the highway (and the trail is buried under about 15 feet of snow).  I guess I won't be hiking there anytime soon.  Once I arrive in Bend, I walk 12 blocks to the Days Inn (where I have arranged a rate of $53 a night (there is no hostel here) and drop my things in my room.  I attempt to walk downtown, but I head the wrong direction and after two miles I turn around and backtrack.  I find the downtown and I spend hours exploring the shops, walking through the parks, and finding interesting walking/running paths.  I purchase vegetables at the grocery store across the street from the Days Inn, before I wander back to the hotel and discover a free internet computer in the lobby and thus, I update my blog.  Now, I am going to settle into my room, watch a few movies on television and stare out at Mount Bachelor from my window.  This area has so many incredible ski opportunities just a few miles from the city center...I should probably head up into the mountains tomorrow.

The last time I visited Bend, I came to climb Smith Rocks. I wonder what I can do if I am not climbing.