Presumably, on a clear day, the views of Rainier from that path are extraordinary. We may never know. We had a good walk anyway. The cloud was (ha!) atmospheric, and the trees and flowers were still beautiful. The top of the path wound across a flat heathland populated by a huge number of friendly marmots. They bounded around, something like a beaver crossed with a rabbit, eating the flowers and staring ambivalently at any passing humans. Occasionally one would sit up on its back legs and fire a piercing screech through the mist. If anyone urgently needs two hundred photographs of marmots, please get in touch.
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