Mount Rainier, WA

The drive up the mountain.

A beautiful, short hike to compensate for the slog that was Olympic, and for the distance I trekked at North Cascades. It was a wonderful drive up through the mountainside and the town just outside the park. I literally did not realize I was looking at Mount Rainier on the horizon for an astoundingly long time. My eyes thought I was looking at a cloud. It was a hazy blue, almost entirely covered with snow, only its harsher lines setting it apart from the sky. I laughed when I recognized it, another one of my desktop backgrounds that I never believed I would get to visit.

When you’ve lived in Florida for so long that you think mountains are clouds. Do you blame me? It looks so fluffy.

Mount Rainier’s Naches Peak Loop was 3.6 miles of the thickest, most extraordinary fields of wildflowers that I have ever seen. Little towers of pale, soft purple that I can’t name, all wavering in unison beside the intensely bright green grass. The colors were almost fluorescent, and sickly sweet.

I love-love-love these flowers.

The crystal-blue pond near the trail was ringed with the flowers, watched over by the trees of the most perfect green I have ever seen. Small explosions of fuchsia blooms, canary-yellow daffodils, and white buds sprinkled themselves among the enveloping waves of lilac like fireworks against the backdrop of verdant green. 

The path carried on through the high hills, and Mount Rainier rose up to greet me. A cloud, it seemed, barely anchored on land. A hazy dream sloping above the landscape. And I snapped the most perfect picture of my entire trip, and maybe my entire life. The mountain, those flowers, the crystal pond, the sweeping trees. The picture could not look brighter, happier, or more pristine.

My favorite picture of this entire trip. There was a very similar photograph I had seen that I think inspired me to go all the way out to Washington, and I’m very glad I did. Loved every minute and second of this hike. This will probably be my computer background for the next decade.

I walked slowly around the trailing edge of the loop, that lovely view about halfway through. I savored every glimpse of the dusty, soft mountain, and stopped multiple times to memorize the perfect wildflowers in my head.

And finally, I had to tear my eyes away from the mountain of cotton and its unparalleled flowers.

The best short and sweet hike on my list. The least miles for the greatest views, if that’s what you’re looking for. Outside is outside, after all.

One thought on “Mount Rainier, WA

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s