View of Mt. Rainier National Park from Paradise Inn |
With a son
living in Olympia, Washington, I’ve become familiar with the Queen of
Washington’s Cascade Mountains – Mount Rainier. Its Native American name of Mount Tacoma was
shelved in 1792 when explorer George Vancouver named the mountain after his
friend, Pete Rainier, a Rear-Admiral in the British Royal Navy. Probably few of the two million visitors a
year to the Mount Rainier National Park realize they’re climbing on a mountain
dedicated to an officer who heartily fought against the United States in the
Revolutionary War.
Wildflowers on the moutain |
Despite its
British ties, Mount Rainier is beloved in her home state. When the snow covered peaks appear in late afternoon, many citizens of Seattle,
Tacoma and Olympia pause to look her way in acknowledgment of her majesty. When
our family set out to visit Mt. Rainier National Park, she was covered in
clouds. But since the huge volcano
creates its own constantly changing weather patterns, we knew there was always the
possibility of seeing the grande dame.
Dining Room in Paradise Inn |
What makes
Mt. Rainier unique is her 25 glaciers with 36 miles of packed ice - largest
remnant of the Ice Age on one mountain in the world. At 14,411 feet, it’s only the fifth highest
peak in the United States but sports more snow than any of the others. In fact, it’s one of the snowiest places in
the world, getting an average annual snowfall of 56 feet. As we ate a late
Sunday brunch in the dining room of 100 year
old Paradise Inn, the view was of wildflowers, green meadows, and occasional
1,000 year old trees, reminiscent of Switzerland in the summer. In the winter though, the same large windows
would be blocked by deep snow. On a trail,
a park ranger pointed out the volcano’s own 18 foot tall weather station that snow
would cover in a few months.
Paved trails in Mr. Rainier Park |
Trails began
near the Scoop Jackson Visitors Center, a huge gathering place for the many
travelers that day. The crowd reflected
America’s welcoming arms, both for immigrants and visitors with a heavy
emphasis on Asians. I thought it a busy
day but two employees shrugged and said it was average. A surprising number of trails were paved –
steep but paved. These paths brought out
the families with baby strollers and wheel chairs. All wanted pictures taken in front of the
waterfall, near the wildflowers, or with the big mountain in the
background. Strangers exchanged cameras
to take the other’s family photo. Still,
the mountain top had not appeared beneath the clouds.
Mt Rainier
is a popular climbing site with about 1,000 annual attempts at the summit but
only half successful. Occasional deaths
are inevitable. Just in May, six
experienced climbers died on the ascent.
Most hike to a cabin built for them, sleep a few hours, and leave about
3 a.m. to make the top before snow begins to melt. I wondered how many were up there that very
day.
River emerging from cave in Misqually Glacier Remains |
A second
trail through well tended forest ended with a view of the leavings of
Nisqually Glacier. Bare grey rocks
disguised the stream running through. Much
of the water appeared to be emerging from a large cave, one of many formed by
the geothermal heat from the volcano. Clouds were lifting but the mountain only teased us with an
occasional shrouded peak at the summit.
Mt. Rainier finally peaks out |
The day was
waning as we began our descent down the mountain’s side, glancing back
often. It was then that Mt. Rainier
threw off enough of her wrap to reveal one of her famous three peaks. We pulled off on a widened part of the road
and were quickly followed by several cars.
They had seen it, too. Picture
taking began anew.
There are
warnings about visiting Mt. Rainier National Park. It is an active volcano – the second most
active in the Cascade Mountains after Mount St. Helens. Thirty earthquakes a year occur beneath its
beautiful veneer. The last eruption was
as recent as the end of the 19th century. It is one of sixteen on the “Decade Volcano”
list that identifies those of most concern in the world. An eruption or even a steam flow from Mt.
Rainier would cause much destruction in the surrounding heavily populated
areas. But still we go, by the millions,
to get close to her, to feel her heartbeat, to experience her past. In John Muir’s words, we go to gaze in awe at
that “noble beacon of fire”.
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