(Photo I made from the trail)
Flight: Thanks to Lyft, we were able to get a ride to ATL for only $6. With a TSA pre-check we were able to go through security in less than 5 minutes. We had breakfast and our flight was on time. We arrived 5 hours later and a young man with crystals on his dashboard drove us to the Foxglove for less than $20.
The view of Mt. Rainier from our flight.
Foxglove: The Foxglove Guest house was our comfortable, fragrant home while we were in Seattle--Perched on Capitol Hill in a neighborhood filled with lovely homes and gardens in abundance. Nearby 15th Ave offered us restaurants and grocery stores. Our host, John, welcomed us and showed us around the house, filled with Stickley-like furniture. Our room at the top had open skylights and open windows to let in the clean, cool Seattle breeze. The morning breakfast spread of fruit, cheeses, pastries, and granola; the classical music; the fire taking away the morning chill; the newspaper; the art of the Northwest; and the flowers were all a delight. It was a great room for sleep and for reading, Darryl reading aloud to me of some of the travel observations of Mark Twain.
We also had our final meal there with Wolfgang and Sebastian. In fact, we had almost every dinner together, the four of us...
Bainbridge Is. Among the things we did in Seattle were a visit to the Pike Place Market and a boat ride to Bainbridge Island on a gorgeous sunny day.
We also hiked through the downtown area with its fine art and architecture.
Adam by Botero. Article (click)
For dinner, Darryl discovered Café Presse, a French Restaurant. We had Croque Monsieur of course, wine, and sirloin. From the corner of Madison and 12th we walked up Broadway, ready for Gay Pride with rainbow streets, music, and plans for a parade.
Undoubtedly, the highlight of the journey to the Northwest was
The Paradise Lodge was built in 1916. The craftsmanship from 100 years ago is evident in the architecture and the furnishings, including the lamps and fireplaces.
Trails lead from the lodge up to Mt. Rainier itself. We hiked a few. Others, in gear, headed farther up, possibly to the summit.
If anything could make a Hell of this Heaven, recall Sartre who said "Hell is other people." There were too may spoiled brat children, too many cars, too many thoughtless adults from all over the world. The reactions they had on one trail upon seeing, then photographing, a poor marmot, reminded me of the news story I read of people taking selfies of themselves and a young dolphin somewhere. They killed it by holding it and keeping it out of the water, no doubt terrifying it. The noise from a crying baby next to our room drove me to ask for a room across the hall on our third night.
Fortunately, there were less people around on Monday when we hiked the Grove of the Patriarchs. Darryl and I had taken Mom there in the 1990s and she loved the forest and hugged the trees. The Douglas Firs, Hemlocks, and Red Cedars tower almost as high as Redwoods and are up to 1000 years old.
The food in the dining hall where we had a breakfast buffet with waffles made to order, and where we dined on Pacific Salmon at night, was expensive but worth it.
As I said above, we moved rooms which gave us spectacular views first, of Mt. Rainier and then, the Tatoosh Range
At night I was able to see from our window in our first room Mt. Rainier lit by the moonlight of a waning late night Moon. The Big Dipper hung to the left of the Mountain. At dawn, the sunlight on Rainier was dazzling. In the second room on the third night, I saw the Scorpion. The brilliant constellation of Scorpio floated over the Tatoosh Range, and the shimmering Milky-Way stretched all the way from Sagittarius to Cassiopeia.
We returned to Seattle, a 3 hour drive, to our familiar Foxglove. John had allowed us to take our keys and we simply let ourselves back into our rooms around 1 P.M. Wolfgang and Sebastian went to the Space Needle and its glorious views on a fine, clear day. I walked to Volunteer Park with its stunning Noguchi sculpture through which I saw the Space Needle where my friends were. I took my time strolling the neighborhood with its elegant homes, each with a garden in full bloom.
Then I joined Darryl at Smith for a Negroni. We made reservations for our final dinner for four.
Our Flight Home was as easy as the flight to Seattle. Lyft took us effortlessly to the airport in no time for a low fare. Our TSA pre-check got us through security in under 5 minutes. We shared lunch and boarded the sold-out flight. To pass the four hours, we watched the entertaining film, Deadpool, on the seat monitors, simultaneously. Lyft brought us home.
An Album of our Photographs Here. (click)
Music for viewing our photographs of Mt. Rainier:
So, what does a sojourn in the Pacific Northwest do for the psyche? Hiking the trails of Mt. Rainier, an overwhelming magnificence, made me aware that even a mountain, so monolithic, is alive, that it could erupt into an explosion of lava and ash that would devastate millions of lives. The progressive, accepting diversity of Seattle made me feel at home in it's garden neighborhoods, rainbow streets, and lush parks. The Mountain and the forests gave me a calm hard to imagine in crowded, bustling, road-rage prone Atlanta. It will take me a while to participate in many of the current events FB threads, and the tedious news stories that go on and on like a CNN loop of horror. The Northwest has given me serenity, ataraxia, to use a term from Epicurus, essential to my existence. Even as I return to the routines of life in Georgia, Mt. Rainier grounds me. The perspective from the city of Seattle and from the national park provides aesthetic distance, a vision that is nourishing. Our stay in the Northwest also made me appreciate the love and friendship I have. We all shared a sacred time of harmony and camaraderie.
Jack, Summer of '16