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…
“Hike until you hit deep snow,” the ranger told us. “Then turn around.” Great advice, unless there is no deep snow.
Salmon swimming in the trees? What, you think that’s not normal around here?
When the world’s longest natural sandspit is two hours from your house, you hike it. Naturally.