After a summer filled with forest fire smoke, we headed to Olympic National Park to try to escape the heat.
Marmots, mountain goats, and bears — oh my! Testing gear and stamina on an overnight trip to Berkeley Park at Mount Rainier National Park.
“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…
Why do I know so little about the Santa Fe Trail? Maybe following part of it will help me find out.
“Hike until you hit deep snow,” the ranger told us. “Then turn around.” Great advice, unless there is no deep snow.