What a lovely find and the smell of the mountain was better than a good perfume.
Well, until we found this little beauty that thrives in the swampy areas. Marty said it is called skunk weed. And indeed it was.
There were babbling brooks, can you hear them? That year we had a shortage of snow on the mountains. A lot of streams we passed were dry. We found a cool looking dead tree with a hole in it. Mount Rainier was shrouded in clouds and it's snow pack was sparse. But the mountains are the mountains. Ain't it grand.
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