Wildflowers, Waterfalls, and Slugs at Mt. Rainier
By Michael Lanza
We hike slowly but steadily uphill in the cool shade of Pacific silver fir and Alaska yellow cedar draped in Spanish moss. With melting snow swelling every river, stream, and rivulet in the 470 miles of waterways within the boundaries of Mt. Rainier National Park, the Cascade Range erupts in a riot of greenery all around us. The forest is a happy drunk on an H2O bender.
The temperature hovers around a just-about-perfect 60° F or so, and a breeze wanders through the big trees—weather copied and pasted directly from my backpacking dreams.
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