When Julie and I were living in Seattle, we went on a camping trip to Mt. Rainier. Julie brings this up every time she wants to go camping in the summer and I object profusely. She says that we had a great time on this particular trip (we did), and I have to remind her all the times growing up that on my family’s camping trips I had to deal with tornados, raccoons, giant mosquitos, heat, torrential downpours, and unruly siblings. I consider the trip to Mt. Rainier to be an anomaly and would much rather camp at a Holiday Inn.
Hiding from the outdoors
Overall, we had a great time. It was fun to hike on the glaciers a bit and see the natural sites. I have a hard time with high altitudes – I get light headed and confused (more so than normal), but managed to stay alert during our time on the mountain.
Cooking the hotdogs!
Hotdogs!
Mt. Rainier is a giant volcano, so it was fun to see all the evacuation route signs, but apparently we didn’t take a picture of one.
Julie on a very safe bridge
