Steve had driven up from Portland the evening before and we headed toward Mt. Rainier early. The trip was scenic and fairly uncrowded given the quality of the day. It was sunny and crisp.
We stopped for a picnic brunch somewhere along the way. After we ate, my daughter toddled around the picnic table all giggles as Steve pretended to chase her.
At one of the ranger stations we got maps of various trails. Eventually I broke away from the rest to drive my scooter along a paved trail. About a quarter-mile in I stopped beneath the shade of an ancient tree and soaked in the view.
This was turning out to be the best year in many; these days were meditations and I was attuned to their riches, tuned to their music.