…but wait, Norwegians don’t give a rat’s ass about handegg, so JK and I took advantage of the fact that most people would be glued to their TVs and went to a place that would usually be chock full of people on a sunny(ish) Sunday – Paradise. Aaah!
Ok, so it was still crowded, because Paradise on a weekend is always crowded…and for good reason. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve hiked up there, but we just never get sick of it.
Once again it hit the spot; it was the perfect short hike to loosen up my legs which were still magnificently sore from Friday’s run and Saturday’s cross-country ski trip.
We had a picnic (stroopwafels and a Subway sandwich – I needed a banana pepper fix) on Panorama Point before skiing/glissading back down the hill. JK impressed me by staying upright on the icy crust (while I got borderline frostnipped butt cheeks).
It was nothing new, nothing adventurous, just another beautiful day with my favorite person in one of my happy places.
As we drove back down the winding road, mindful of errant foxes and slick patches of ice, Mount Rainier kept changing color.
We arrived at Longmire just in time to run out of the car and admire the pink alpenglow. The perfect end to the best weekend of 2012 (well, so far anyway). There’s nothing better than feeling exhausted but relaxed and content.
(Yay, I finally learned how to do fun things with our GPS tracks – thank you for the tutorial!)