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  • Mount Washington may refer to: ;Canada * Mount Washington (British Columbia) ;United States * Mount Washington (New Hampshire), highest point in the northeastern United States * Mount Washington (Nevada) * Mount Washington (Oregon) * Mount Washington (King County, Washington) * Mount Washington

  • An establishment providing accommodations, meals, and other services for travelers and tourists

  • A code word representing the letter H, used in radio communication

  • Hotel is a dimensional real estate game created by Milton Bradley in 1986. It is similar to Square Mile and Prize Property. In Hotel the players are building resort hotels and attempting to drive their competitors into bankruptcy.

  • (hotel) a building where travelers can pay for lodging and meals and other services

  • HOTELS (ISSN-1047-2975) is a trade publication serving the information needs of the worldwide hospitality industry.

A snowy visit to Mt. Rainier

A snowy visit to Mt. Rainier

"The Mount Rainier Forest reserve should be made a national park and guarded while yet its bloom is on; for if in the making of the West Nature had what we call parks in mind, -- places for rest, inspiration, and prayers, -- this Rainier region must surely be one of them." -- John Muir

An image I made of Mt. Rainier sometime this Fall... I think. I would honestly have to go back to the negatives to reference the date I wrote on them to be more exact than that. I love this mountain, she has so much character, and every visit to her is different not just from the last, but all of the previous visits. Some days are cloaked in mist, others in brilliant sun, some are snowy and still, others soaked by rain only the Pacific Northwest knows how to do. This is one of those magical places that everytime I go there, I find new images.

I must admit that this post is going to evolve into a bit of an essay on the... our environment. There has been a lot going on lately in the news about global warming, and what we may or may not be doing to this planet we call home. Regardless of whether you consider yourself a believer or a skeptic, or even someone who does believe but just doesn't care that we as a race are having an impact on this world, I do not think you can deny that we have a responsibility to take as good of care of it as possible. Personally I think anyone who has stood in a spot like this, their breath rushing from them in a cloud of steam, up to mid calf in fresh snow, watching the clouds dance across the sky, and suddenly sees a mountain break through for just a moment, to peer down on them in an equal mix of curiosity and indifference, cannot help but be touched in a way that awakens them to not just the deep magic Nature still possesses but also grave responsibility to preserve that magic for the next person along, and for them the next, and the next after that. It is not enough for us to stand there and enjoy it, we owe it to all those who come after us to take good care. We do not own this land, our relatively short lifespans do not grant us anywhere near the right to claim ownership over something so much larger than us, but we are stewards.

Afterall, if not for the far-sighted qualities of a relatively small group of individuals I might have stood amongst ski lifts and posh hotels instead of an open snowy meadow. I might not have stood here at all, for certainly if certain protections were not laid down, there would sadly be those who would gladly buy up this land from public use.

Anyway, as I was saying, appreciation for Nature is a very good first step. It is important to put ourselves in such places physically, because that in turn moves us emotionally and mentally. It is one of the main reasons I will hike wet and cold through the snow up a mountain, not only without complaint, but rather with a smile on my face. It is quite a gift to be given this opportunity and I really am thankful for it. I dare not predict our future, though I do hope, and the hope that I carry is that my son too will be able to make such a hike and stand in such a spot and be moved in such a way himself. And his son (or daughter) after that. I hope that we can prove to be good caretakers of this land and worthy of the gift that has been given to us. Sorry if I am waxing a bit too spiritual, but it really is a deeply important reason I do what I do, not only to appreciate that which I am given the chance to, and to not take that for granted, but also to hopefully pass a bit of that on through either my images or my words, but mostly I would prefer my images. ;-)

Five years ago: Last view of Mt St Helens

Five years ago: Last view of Mt St Helens

Friday July 29

There was going to be a hot rod meeting in Packwood over the weekend, and all rooms were taken. So I was going to have to find somewhere else to stay. Anyway, the thought of the little town being filled with hundreds of petrol heads did not thrill me. But it would have made evenings in the bar interesting: both nights, I was the only one eating and only a couple of others drinking.
I looked at the map, and thought that the Columbia River Gorge looked interesting. I had heard it was spectacular, and might be worth a visit.
I packed and once again had a fight with the car to get the case in the trunk. The interior trim of the trunk was falling apart: I was dreading handing it back in to Hertz. The first part of the trip was the road I took yesterday to Mt St Helens. Once again, the road was empty, and driving was fun, whizzing round the corners in the Mustang. I had the roof down, and music blasting out. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw that my face was red, and my eyebrows had been bleached white by the sun. South of the turnoff to St Helens, the road had occasional views of the volcano. I stopped a few times hoping to see more gas venting out. Sure enough, after coming out of a thick forest, a large white cloud was drifting away from the crater. I parked up, and pointed it to a woman who was also looking at the volcano. She thought it was just a normal cloud. A few miles further on, the road passed right under the cloud: I thought nothing of it, until I stopped for gas a couple of hours later, and the whole car was covered in a layer of fine ash: how cool is that?
All the way south, the land remained unchanged, forested hills and the occasional lake. The road twisted and turned, and was almost empty. Eventually, the road descended into the gorge; and first impressions are wow! It is almost like the Mosel valley in Germany, but wider, and the valley sides steeper. At Carson, I headed towards the nearest town hoping to find a dentist to help fix my cap: it was by now very lose, and I was worried about swallowing it accidentally when eating. In Stevenson there was a dentist: but it was closed on Fridays and at weekends. Further along, I came to a resort hotel. Well, a golf resort hotel: it looked very nice, had great views of the gorge. I drove up, and after parking enquired about rates and availability. The concierge said it was $179 a night, and they could only do one night: I was shocked. There must be somewhere cheaper around here. I really wanted two nights, as I was not booked into Portland until Sunday night.
On either side of the gorge were main roads. On the Oregon side, it was an interstate: I84, but on the Washington side, just a two lane route 14. Alongside each road was a transcontinental railroad: at regular intervals, massive triple headed freight trains thundered along beside the road.

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