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My sixty-fourth
birthday present from Regina was an all-expense paid trip to Seattle.
The ostensible reason for the trip was for us to visit my son Matt whom
Regina had never met and whom, for the past five years, I have known
only as an infrequent e-mail presence or a voice on the phone.
The real reason
for the trip was for us to meet Mt. Rainier up close and personal, but
to keep up appearances we did arrange to take Matt and his friend Kelly
along on the trek.
On the evening
that we arrived we were greeted at the airport by typical Seattle
late-fall weather
. wet and chilly, the same as it had been for
the previous three days.
However, at the
hotel, some pleasant conversation with a friend of Regina who lives
in the area -- along with a few pours of something alcoholic -- lifted
our spirits considerably. Then, over dinner with Matt and Kelly, we
agreed to meet early the next morning to drive up to Mt. Rainier National
Park, rain or shine.
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The verdict was shine!
--- After a bit of early-morning fog the day broke clear and warm, more
like Early June than late September. There was only a hint of mist in
the air as we approached the mountain.
We had no illusions
about going all the way to the summit but we did want to hike up the trail
as far as legs and weather would allow, to enjoy the experience and the
views.
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Of
course the first impression of Mt. Rainier when seen from a distance is
the immensity of it. And then it seemed to grow as we approached up the
winding road to the visitors center.
I
love mountains. Ive very much enjoyed getting to know Mt. Washington
well. It is a beautiful mountain and a challenge to climb in all but the
mildest weather. I found Mt. Katahdin almost equally as impressive and
beautiful as well. But Rainier is a thousand miles away and in another
class entirely.
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The
hiking trail begins at the visitors center as a very civilized asphalt
mini-roadway. It rises gently for a while, narrowing, then giving way
to gravel and native stone as it reaches the first serious slope.
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The
trail is not so much difficult as it is relentless, often steep but still
a simple walkway all the way up to the point where the only routes on to
the summit are either over a glacier or up stark rock faces. We didnt
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At
the lower levels of the trail we were comfortable in short sleeves, and
sunburn was a real concern. As we climbed higher, though, we noticed that
the air cooled as it thinned and the day wore on, and the gusts of wind
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Climbing
higher, when we began passing isolated fields of ice I expected that the
edge of the glacier would appear soon. But, of course, cresting the next
rise showed the glacier to be still well ahead and well above us, seeming
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It
was only by looking back into the valley behind us that I had a sense of
having climbed to any significant height. Passing outlook after outlook,
we began to see over the tops of the adjacent mountains and, finally, in
the distance, the other tall peaks of the range
including, barely
discernable to the eye but not the camera, the scarred face of Mt. St. Helens.
(The sight reminded me that I was walking up the side of a live volcano.)
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When
we reached the point where hiking would have soon become climbing we decided
to have a high-altitude lunch and turn back.
Personally,
I found the views more attractive when I knew that I didnt have
any more steep trail to climb, but the footing was often a bit dicey,
especially where the trail was covered with loose gravel volcanic shale
stone.
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Here's
Kelly and Matt, still smiling as we neared the top of our climb. (Mt.
St. Helen's is now dimly visible through the second notch in the ridgeline
behind Matt.)
All
in all, it was a nice hike in great company on a beautiful day. And, trust
me, that cold pitcher of beer served up at the inn back in the visitors
center was among the best beers ever brewed.
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