Mt Rainier is somewhere ahead.
The road winds past blueberry farms, cattle and horses, lumber piles.
Lots of sawn logs and mills. Moss covers the tree trunks and house roofs.
Maybe we’ll see the sun, in bits and pieces, today.
The forest is thick and lush.
The trees tower overhead.
The higher we drive on the Park, the more snow we see until we reach Paradise.
It’s piled ten feet deep and started to snow as we stop in the parking area. There’s no electric power because of the utility repairs.
We’re in the clouds and can’t see Mt Rainier.
Maybe we’ll see it from the highway tomorrow.
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