When I found I would be going back to Seattle for a bit of work, one of the first things I did was call up my pal Terry and beg him to take me hiking to Spray Park. It is one of my favorite places. Up in the quiet northwest corner of Rainier National Park, it has spectacular alpine gardens. On a clear day, Rainier dominates the landscape and reflects in Mowich Lake where the trail starts.
With the dry winter and early spring, it’s accessible at a time when it normally lies covered with snow. It’s still too soon for all but the earliest flowers, and yesterday it was misty and cold. It is quintessentially Northwest and it felt good to be home.
Today, I slowly unpacked the bike, spending several hours trying to get the salty road grim of the last lingering months of Boston winter off the bike. It looks odd stripped of my racks and fenders, which I’ll get on in the morning for my first spins around Seattle with some of my old riding buddies.