Beat the crowds and the heat. Head to Sheep Lake and Sourdough Gap for close-up wildflowers and distant volcanoes.
“We’re going camping this weekend. I don’t know where, but I’ll figure it out and let you know.” That was the ultimatum I texted to Mr. Adventure on Friday morning. After what seemed like several weeks of deadlines and driving and pickups and drop-offs and more driving and more deadlines, I was overcome by a powerful urge to just get the hell outside. Preferably on a high trail, and preferably somewhere I could sleep under the stars. And — I can’t believe I’m writing this, but it’s true — I hadn’t been to Mount Rainier, my go-to park, my happy…
What does a backyard mole have to do with wolf recovery? A lot, it turns out.
A summer of hiking Mount Rainier
A plaintive question on the trail leads to deeper considerations.