It was a beautiful brilliant lovely sunny day with Mt Rainier shining like a star in heaven o my sweet mountain. The Natives called it Tahoma, which means white top. I like Tahoma better. It is sacred, a sacred place. I've hiked around most of it and hiked up it. Not climbed to the summit, no interest. But many many hikes, close encounters with critters, once a mountain goat and a gray mountain fox in the snow. And the snow and the rain. 1000 year old trees.
I would marry Tahoma like the girl who married the bear. Then I would never be cold and I'd reflect the sunrise and the sunset a big bowl of strawberry ice cream.
An early azalea is blooming. Spring o spring and sunlight. Sun makes everything better here in the gloomy northwest land.