I have left Olympic and arrived in Mt. Rainier National Park—two icy mountains with opposite personalities. The top three pictures, taken from the same place during my sixteen days in Olympic Park, give a nostalgic review of the coming and going of fall colors—colors of the final third of life. Click on them to make life bigger.
Mt. Rainier, in contrast, stands in the faces of almost everyone in western Washington. I climbed its slopes today and looked into the crevasses of two of its glaciers. But that’s a story for another time.