Day 3: When the clouds lifted this morning, Mount Rainier was revealed in a luxurious wrap of new snow which had fallen overnight. Only a few days ago, I had stood looking up from Longmire at an expanse of bare rock until, embarrassed at seeing her aged flanks so exposed, I averted my eyes out of deference. Her naked season seemed protracted this year, only a faint and transient veil of white coming in September to hide her craggy body, yet she maintained her majesty throughout.
Those of us who watch the Mountain's seasons know her many faces and have favourites among them. The "new dress" is mine.
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