Holy neglected blog, Batman! I guess between uploading all our photos to flickr and posting all sorts of absolutely riveting updates about my life on facebook, it’s easy to forget about this old thing.
Item number one on the agenda is to let you all know that Bobby is ok – a lethargic tiny lump of skin and bones, but ok. The vets have taken approximately 34,204 tests, but no one has been able to figure out what’s wrong with the little guy. Last week he was eating a little bit and seemed to have some energy, but over the last couple of days he’s been slowing down again. It’s so frustrating to see him so skinny and uncomfortable when I have no idea what I can do to help him.
We haven’t been hiking much on the weekends lately (we replaced it with a wholesome activity known as eating), but on Sunday we had an unseasonably amazing day on Rainier. Our friends Andre and Ellie had never seen the Mountain from Paradise (despite several attempts), so we decided we would go snowshoeing and prove to them once and for all that there is, in fact, a rather large volcano there.
Unfortunately the weather didn’t seem to be cooperating when we arrived, but we held strong in hope that we could climb our way above the clouds.
At around 7300 feet, we could see hints of blue skies, sun, and – could it be?? – Mount Rainier! Many huzzahs were heard and there was much clicking of cameras. Andre and Ellie’s curse had finally been broken!
We synthesized as much vitamin D as possible, then headed back down since the days are disgustingly short this time of year in Washington.
The hike back down was spectacular; all the clouds and fog lifted, we could feel the warm sun on our faces, and the glissade down from Panorama Point was the most fun I’ve had in weeks. As a bonus, the falling temperature had formed an evil death crust on top of the snow – the faceplanting skiers provided us with much amusement.
Of course no trip to Paradise is complete without a fox sighting. This handsome fella (or gorgeous gal, what do I know) was skulking around the parking lot looking for handouts. I guess people are still feeding them even after what happened to Pickles the Fox – the foxes have started walking into the road when they see cars approaching, which cannot possibly end well.
Not too shabby for a hike this time of year! November in Washington is a notoriously (well, among hiker folks, not normal people) bad hiking month since the weather tends to be utterly craptastic and there’s usually not enough snow cover for skiing, but this was certainly one of my favorite trips this year (yes, I know I always say that).