Mt. Olympus and Rainier

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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.

This is my last and closest view of elusive Mt. Olympus.  Half as high as Mt. Rainier, it remains shy and hidden most of the time.  It requires great effort to get to know it.  Often it does not show itself even to those who expend the effort, trudging for days in wilderness.  It likes to be alone.  

 

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. 

My circle of four icy peaks is nearly over, and soon normality of Pasadena returns.  This blog has been a sequence of spots in a large picture, told and shown as they happened.  Now an arching picture is coming, a story, perhaps not sequential, but maybe coherent. 

I thank you for following my missives and pictures. 

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See what may be the final edition of a map prepared by Michael Angerman, showing all of my nightly sleeping places:    Michael's Map