It’s been a year since I last visited the closest mountain to my home. This time snow-turned-balls-of-ice covered the trails and we made it barely five hundred feet before the rest of my family got turned around.
The sun was shining bright, without any clouds to block its way. I’ve been to Mt. Rainier at least ten times in my lifetime and it’s sheer size awes me everytime I see it on the horizon as we drive on a highway. It’s pretty beautiful too. Beautiful, and unchanging as far as annual trips go. So unchanging, that I didn’t see the point of going for most of the time. Things have to change to hold attention and to keep us interested in continuing on with what we’re doing, and even with our lives.
Change for the better, Mr. Mount Rainier.