H2O on Mount Rainier in many forms: clouds, ice, dew, rushing waterfalls and placid lakes.
Last month when we hiked to Reflection Lakes on Mount Rainier there were a lot of Plops. Fish were jumping at the many, many bugs in the air. The lakes act as a Mirror for the Mountain when they are calm. In the picture below I was lucky enough to catch a fish jumping…and its reflection when I took a picture of the Mountain and its reflection.
It seems like every year I go to Mount Rainier has its own personality. This year the Magenta Indian Paintbrush seemed more vibrant and freshly in bloom than in other years. There is an oranger (apparently that is not a real word) Indian Paintbrush that I saw at lower elevations, the Magenta one seems to be a high altitude variety. I would love to understand the science behind that!
Regardless it is a beautiful flower, at times it can be overwhelmed by the lupines.
Luxury is a relative word.
Sometimes it means an exquisite sensation: tasting rich dark chocolate and raspberries; feeling silk velvet against your skin; hearing a beautiful piece of music…The list goes on and on.
I spent last week at Mount Rainier with my husband and some dear friends. That is a luxury, even though the physical experience itself was rustic (and strenuous!) at times. As I wrote that sentence I realized that I don’t generally associate my sense of sight with luxury. Mount Rainier provides gorgeous visual sensations:
A while ago I wrote about luxury, Luxury. What is luxury? ,noting that things like a flush toilet and a shower are luxuries (two of my favorites!). Ones that much of the world don’t have. How very relative the word “luxury” can be: if it weren’t for burlap would we appreciate silk velvet? Stale crackers make a peach luxurious, and a week with a squatty-potty latrine and basin of water to wash with turn a simple bathroom the height of luxury.
So, on this rather grey morning, with things unpacked, the laundry done, and the Empress (our cat) home from her visit to the colonies (she stays on Vashon Island with my father while we are away), the luxury is taking things slow. When the sun shines I feel like I have to get going and do things.
To gleam is to “shine brightly, especially with reflected light”, according to The Google. Here are some of my gleaming travel experiences.
These are the gleaming white walls of “The Getty” in LA:
A gleaming sculpture welcoming folks to Yreka, California:
A sheep with gleaming wool somewhere in western Ireland:
Gleaming modern Beijing Nan (South) train station:
A gleaming sea serpent in Fort Bragg, California:
Gleaming golden serenity in the form of the Buddha at the Great Wild Goose Pagoda in Xian, China:
Pasqueflower seedheads gleaming in the early morning light at Mount Rainier in Washington state:
Post inspired by Where’s My Backpack Travel Theme: Gleaming.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Today Was a Good Day.”