Like Momento with less tattoos

I remember the night before Mt Rainier well. I remember the rush to try and get there from seattle in one drive so that we could enjoy it and leave. See the sunset have a snowball fight, and be on our way out.

But we didn't make it one drive, well we did, but not in time. There was the crazy lady on the rode as we left the olympic peninsula whose response to me passing her was to beep, pass me, and then turn on her left turn signal and slow down.

Old people driving is always dangerous. there was the fairy ride to seattle that allowed us to stand on the front haul and sing i'm on a boat, and there was the farmers market, free food, and the race to get to mt rainier.

We found a bar, and the parking lot we were going to sleep in. A great combination when you've spent as many nights as we had trying to find one or the other. Bars were always in high supply but i safe place to park the neon and pass out for a couple hours had been a difficult task. Its hard to feel safe anywhere that your head is directly next to a thin window especially in the middle of nowhere.

The bar was so good i left my credit card there and couldn't pay the admission fee to the park, fortunately laura hadn't enjoyed it as much and still had hers.

The first bend where the fog dissipated and you could see the mountain was like a magic show. Driving precariously around corners to drop offs unseen and then a gust of wind and there it was.

The mountains only appeared for a couple seconds before they were swallowed up by the fog again, but we new we had to hike there, we had to get as close as possible, we didn't really get that far.

I think our hike that day was only 6 or 7 miles, but man was it worth it. I got to see possibly one of the weirdest mammals i'd seen, and even got a pretty good shot of his beaver esque face walking towards me.

1 part ground hog...1 part beaver and 3 parts ugly as sin...meet the marmot