Halfway into the second week of our cross-country road trip it was already obvious we should have drawn out our stays a little more.
Spending only a day or two at each destination didn’t allow us to stop and smell the roses, but then again, we did have a lot of territory to cover.
For the most part August presented favorable conditions for us throughout our five-week journey, but the one instance the weather stood in our way of quality adventuring was during our stay at Mt. Rainier.
Let me set this up. We had just recharged our batteries after a few days at Yellowstone; we enjoyed the trails outside Missoula and took a crack at the scenic Spokane and Seattle downtowns; and we were on a roll with two contiguous shower days.
All things considered we were ready to hit the trails again, and immediately upon our arrival at Mt. Rainier National Park we were not disappointed.
Scaling roads along the park’s north-side in my trusty Saturn Aura, it became apparent we were headed into a massive shroud of mist.
We stopped at our campsite, Cougar Rock, near Rampart Ridge, and as we stepped foot on solid ground it felt like being transported to Middle Earth.
Dense forest surrounded us, as did moss-covered rock formations. It didn’t take long for us to set up the tent and get to adventuring.
The first half of our hike was incredibly peaceful, as there’s nothing like a low-grade trek through one of the most beautiful parks in America.
Spending part of the walk together, alone with our thoughts, it was easy to get lost in the stillness of the park and, in its vastness, feel like the only people on Earth.
But in the middle of the Cascades, level paths quickly turn into steep climbs. And after reaching a certain altitude, there became a noticeable drizzle.
We relied on a map to find access to some of the parks waterfalls, but dense fog obscured our view. For all we know, we were climbing higher and higher into an excessively large cloud — and the drizzle materialized into a harder rain, making the trails slick and muddy.
Time to turn back, we thought. Thank god for ponchos, but also fuck this. We’re not about to slip and break a leg this early into our trip.
The hike back to our site was unexpectedly long, and the rain never let up.
We wondered, is it cheating to skip out on making dinner at the campsite just because it’s a little wet?
Probably, we decided, but we did anyways. It ended with beer, burgers and free blackberry pie.
Given a second chance, I’d say we’d do it all again.