Every year on our wedding anniversary, the wife and I take the day and attempt find some snow to run around in. Some years we have better luck than others, but we always manage to find the white stuff.
This year was no exception, though we did have to go to the base of our resident dormant volcano to succeed.
This is Mt. Rainier, taken through the windshield while driving home from work one lovely morning (lovely because I was done with work for the night).
The peak on the left-hand side of the mountain itself is known as Mt. Tahoma
This is what Mt. Tahoma looks like where we were at yesterday
Oh, and that is Mt. Rainier there in the center of the pic, FYI.
One of the reasons why I still live here and why I will miss it when I finally get employment in Spokane/Cour D’alene is that, as I timed it yesterday, I can go from the Pacific Ocean to Mt. Rainier in two hours and twenty four minutes starting at noon on a Thursday. If I wanted to I could do it in less time and see an actual active volcano, Mt. St. Helens.
Mt. Rainier National Park is one of those places you just can’t visit often enough, especially this time of the year when it is virtually uninhabited. I think we ran into a half dozen other folks, mostly just parked along the road taking pictures. Add to that a couple of CJ/XJ expeditioners scouting for something they have coming up and you can count yourself as nearly undisturbed.
The above pic was taken at approximately 5200ft elevation, meaning that the mountain still has over 9000 feet to go. Strange how perspective gets to pics.
We stopped to use the out houses just after the Hwy-410/Hwy-123 interchange.
From the parking lot
But hey, why not just mosey on over there for a close-up?
Now turn around
We entered the Park on the west side. This is the view just shortly after leaving the East Entrance on Hwy-410, enroute to Yakima through the Wenatchee National Forest.
If I were a better photographer, you would be able to see the Pacific Crest Trail on the hillside above the road you see on the left.
We didn’t get to too much walking around, since she didn’t really dressed for it and our time was a bit tight. But I did have time to hit the dirt a bit once we left the National Park.
Speaking of which, Raging Dave will remember back to 2003 for the First Blogger Blastorama involving the decimation of the Pumpkin Hordes at the end of a spur road outside the ski-village of Greenwater. Well, we tried to go up there only to find that meth-heds have squatted it.
The proper authorities have been informed and I have it on good word that these guy love to go ninja on tweakers. Should have that problem cleared up in a couple weeks. Now if I would have just not been so busy as to forget to set-up a Splatterfest after this Halloween.
Next year, ladies and gentlemen. Next year.

