After setting up camp in a thick pine forest, I leaned against a log, ate dinner, and read a book. Through the trees, I could hear pops, bangs, and cracks coming from Rainier. I wondered if it was the glaciers melting and breaking up or the sound of huge boulders being tossed downstream like billiard balls, by one of the creeks, which were swelled from the melting snow and ice.
He looked at the mountain reverently and contemplated it for a bit, and then simply said, "No."
"I think I do," I said. I'm beginning to feel like I want to go beyond backpacking on well-maintained trails and do something that requires more technical skill.
I'm crossing the Wonderland Trail from my life list, but adding "Climb to the Top of Mount Rainier." Will this list ever get any shorter? If I don't stop adding to my list of things to do before I die, I don't think I'll ever get around to dying.
I'm crossing the Wonderland Trail from my life list, but adding "Climb to the Top of Mount Rainier." Will this list ever get any shorter? If I don't stop adding to my list of things to do before I die, I don't think I'll ever get around to dying.
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