The highway into the Park from the north is closed during the winter so we had to drive the long way around and head in from the south. It was still a pretty drive. As we gained altitude we left the fog blanketing the lowlands and were greeted by clear blue skies and a spectacular view of the mountain.
My choice in heading out there Sunday was in part due to the thought that most Washingtonians would be at home fixated on their TVs watching the Seahawks game. That and it was supposed to be a sunny day up there! I was right on both accounts - there were still plenty of people around, but not obnoxiously so!
Our day of sledding got off to a rocky start when the brand new sled I had purchased broke into several pieces on the second time down the hill. Luckily, we were able to purchase two sleds at the Visitor Center, and for a very reasonable price! Evey also had a few moments of grumpiness, but once she ditched her coat (the sun was quite warm and the temp was about 40) and we found her misplaced mittens, and stopped trying to sled down the biggest two hills, we had a wonderful time. I don't think I've ever had so much fun sledding before!
This is a view downhill toward the Paradise Inn and the Tatoosh Mountain Range in the distance to the south.
Goofy little Zach in his snowsuit for the first time!
This was the best spot we found to sled!
I learned on this trip that, while not so far this season, normally more snow falls at Paradise than anywhere else in the lower 48 states!
Now I'm going to get sentimental. A few times, I paused with purpose to soak in our surroundings. The colors of blue, green, and white were so brilliantly bold. The sun was warm on our faces and the air was cool and fresh. Even though I was chasing the kids around, constantly picking Zach up off the ground, and in general trying to keep the peace, I did feel at peace. Surrounded by such beauty it was almost impossible not to. I read this quote from John Muir at the Visitor Center: "Of all the fire-mountains, which, like beacons, once blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest in form."
On our drive home, once we had descended to a certain altitude, I could clearly see the thick fog ahead waiting to re-envelope us in its misty haze. I had lots of time to think, seeing as the drive was roughly two hours long, and my thoughts turned to comparing Mount Rainier and Mammoth Cave. Mt. Rainier reaches over 14,000 feet into the heavens a short 100 miles from the Pacific Ocean while Mammoth Cave's passages twist and turn for over 400 miles beneath the rolling, green hills of south central Kentucky. Both are majestic and unseen. Sure, on many days we can see Mount Rainier, but there are more days where she remains entirely hidden in clouds, sometimes clouds of her own making! I guess it's apparent that both caves and mountains fascinate me, a balm to my soul. Their beauty and mystery call to me in an almost indescribable way. I think perhaps it's that I can't separate my heart from what they are ... nature? We are all part of it, from the tiniest of pine cones to the largest of caverns. From sweet newborn infant feet to the aged eyes of an elderly man who has seen so very much in his life. There are no words.