This picture of Mount Rainier and Reflection Lake is from my recent trip in September which is a nice time of year to see the fall colors. The view of the mountain from Reflection Lake is my favorite. It is best to arrive early in the morning to get the reflection before the wind picks up.
Fall is my favorite time of year. The colors are beautiful, the air is crisp and Halloween is right around the corner. If you live where the leaves change, this means extra work of raking that comes along with that beauty, and winter is on the way. That brings cold temperatures, shoveling, potentially getting stuck in the snow, or my worst fear which is falling on the ice. I try to be optimistic and think of winter as a time of rest. Catching up on reading while snuggled up with some hot chocolate (or wine) and watching the snow come down. Parents aren’t running around with so many activities for their kids and they can prepare for holidays with family. Which brings me to my least favorite time of year, now especially since I just lost my dad at the end of August. So like many others in the natural course of life, I am now parentless.
In my opinion, the best time to visit Mount Rainier is when the wild flowers are blooming. The second best is in the fall when the undergrowth comes alive with vibrant colors. Other times of the year they just blend and are hardly noticed, but in the fall, they get vibrant. Everywhere you turn there are different autumn shades to capture for later. So getting back to Snapshot Saturday, here is a picture I took in September of Mount Rainier with Edith Creek.
If money grew on a tree in my backyard, I’d dig up that tree and take it with me to Mount Rainier and pay for a room at Paradise Inn during every summer season! I want my ashes scattered here, and what I should be doing is absorbing as much of this mountain as possible; I should be a park ranger, or work in the gift shop. Anything to get me here more than I see it now, which is NOT enough. I used to live in Portland, so I could see it more often than I do now, but I think living at the lodge would work for me. Continue reading →