For me, home is where the mountains are
Sort of a random image I am putting up to say hi, I am home again. Some of you may have missed my posts, most of you probably didn't even notice. :-p
We just got back from a week in Vermont, both to see the Fall foliage (utterly unbelievable) and allow Owen to visit his grandfather. More on both of those in later posts though. My body still thinks it is three hours ahead of schedule, which effectively put me in bed about an hour ago. ;-)
Anyway, it was a good trip. The Fall colors defy description, hopefully I got a few photos that do them justice, but it is good to be home. You know you are living in the right place when you can go on vacation and actually look forward to the end of it and returning home again. Specifically in this case I missed the mountains. Vermont has plenty of beautiful features, and a few tall hills the natives call "mountains", but I missed my peaks.
This shot was taken on a hike about a month or so ago up at Van Trump Park above Comet Falls. I had done the hike to Comet Falls a couple of times, but always called it a day there, and never ventured the rest of the way up. This day we did, and Van Trump Park became one of my new favorite spots on Mt. Rainier. The word "park" is simultaneously a romantic and apt description of the fields you find yourself in at the toes of the mountain proper. Great green grassy fields sprinkled with wildflowers (and mosquitos) just at the edge of timberline. We saw a heard of mountain goats, and almost literally had to shoulder past a mother deer who didn't really care to move off the trail until we were just a couple of feet away. Definitely a magical place.
So yeah, it was an amazing trip, but it is also wonderful to be home too. I shall spend the rest of the week catching up on contacts and will hopefully have some photos from Vermont up soon.