Hotels and lodges near Mt. Rainier fill up weeks in advance during the summer months. Last week we booked one of the few available rooms, planning an overnight trip to explore the national park. We started out this morning.
When we got there around noon, there was just one problem: we couldn’t see the mountain. As we got closer we ascended up into the clouds, with the lowest visibility I have ever experienced (at least on land). It was so cloudy that buildings were invisible until they loomed above you. It was so cloudy that even at the scenic overlooks, a few hundred feet from Nisqually Glacier, all we could see was white. We never saw the mountain … and we were standing on it all day!
It was still a fun day, wandering through the mist and dew-soaked wildflowers, but the prospect of another day of sight-not-seeing, and a night in a run-down inn, was too much. We canceled our reservation and headed back to Seattle.
We did take a detour through Tacoma, just to say that we’d been there. We wandered through the city in search of food and wound up at Maxwell’s, where we sat next to a painting of people singing and playing the double bass, and listened to people singing and playing the double bass. It must be the best restaurant in Tacoma.
It was certainly the best thing that happened all day.