Whenever we get visitors from the old country, we do our best to impress them with our fabulous adopted state.
Once in a while the weather cooperates and we can pretend that we don’t live in the American version of Bergen. Other times the monsoon will be out in full force and the poor out-of-towners can stay here for weeks on end without catching as much as a glimpse of our beautiful mountains. To this day, my brother thinks Mount Rainier is a figment of my imagination.
Luckily Marthe and Olle timed their visit perfectly with a stretch of unseasonably clear autumn weather, so in addition to touring Discovery Park, the Space Needle, and Pike Place Market, JK and I lured them down to Mount Rainier National Park for a hike, buttering them up (literally) with donuts along the way.
Actually, if you stay at our house you are contractually obligated to go hiking with us. Consider it rent.
Rent in the form of amazing views…
…and wildlife encounters. Foxes!
Cascade Mountain Gorillas!!!
We hiked through the fresh snow up to Panorama Point. JK and I have been there, oh, about 756 times before, but we still love it. Especially when we get to share this piece of our new life with people from our old life.
My brother needs to come back and see that we’re not making this stuff up.