All summer long we talked about renting a cabin near Mount Rainier for a long weekend, and all summer long we procrastinated…and then it was autumn, and we realized our weather window was closing quickly. So we booked a cute cabin in Packwood, and the following afternoon we were off!
The drive down went so well, thanks to the fact that we finally caved and got Nora a tablet so she can watch Peppa Pig on long car rides. A lifesaver for non-nappers! We made it to the cabin at dusk, got it heated up and got Nora fed so we could get her in bed not too long past her normal bedtime, and then cozied up in front of the fire and watched, of all things, Sleepless in Seattle on VHS. #cabinlife
In the morning we celebrated autumn with pumpkin pancakes and the first of many stops at the Mountain Goat before driving up to Chinook Pass. Our goal for the day was to hike the Naches Peak Loop – I had hiked it once before and knew if would be the perfect third trimester/toddler trail. And it totally was – it’s only a little over three miles, so we had lots of time to mosey along and dilly-dally, and the views are just insane for the amount of effort you put in.
Nora hiked parts of the trail herself (carrying her one essential – a Playmobile excavator, of course) and spent a looong time exploring the little lake.
We eventually made our way around to the southern part of the loop, where Mount Rainier stares you right in the face most of the way – to the point where it becomes mildly hazardous because you just keep staring at the mountain instead of paying attention to your feet. We found a great little spot for our lunch break, and Nora’s excavator kept her occupied to the point where JK and I could actually relax, like unencumbered adults. We also snuck in a 31-week bump shot.
Then we packed up and kept hiking, Nora looking absolutely adorable as she bounced merrily along the trail. For reals, how cute is this?
You have no idea how good it felt to be back in the mountains, all excited and happy to be alive, after the summer of doom and gloom. It’s good to remember, yet again, that rough patches are (usually) just that – phases, phases that will pass. I’ve always tended toward all-or-nothing thinking, so when things change for the worse, I immediately assume that OHMIGOD LIFE WILL BE LIKE THIS FOREVER. If anything, parenthood should have taught me that life is full of transitory stages that feel endless when you’re in them (morning sickness, inconsolable newborns, tantruming toddlers), but they do in fact end and life goes back to being pretty damn awesome.
…sometimes even so awesome that your non-napper takes a much-needed snooze in the car on the way back to the cabin! Now that’s a sign of a good hike right there.