Damn Vaniel

“Sufferfest” aka “Our first adventure as a funemployed couple”

I am a slave to my Seattleite checklist (and, well, most checklists, but this checklist, by far, is my most challenging [and exciting!] one). My friend, Kristina, made it for me after I moved to Seattle, likely in response to my incessant questioning of everyone I met, “What do I *need* to do here?” After almost 2.5 years of having this list, today, on my first day of funemployment, I crossed off #55 of 75 items: Drink a Rainier Beer at Camp Muir on Mt. Rainier. It’s in the last section, “True Seattleite”, so you know it’s good.

Or, maybe by “good”, I mean challenging. Maybe by “challenging”, I mean sufferfest. The hike up to Camp Muir is 8 miles roundtrip with 4640 feet of elevation gain. To add a level of complexity, you begin at 5440 feet and end at 10,080 feet. It’s the highest you can go on Mount Rainier without requiring a permit. Admittedly, it was one of the few items on my checklist that I was nervous about, right up there with any item involving riding a bike (but I did it!). Colin and I had talked about doing Muir for awhile but the timing never played out. Then, neither of us had jobs anymore (he left his job on June 2 and I just left mine on August 11). As I quickly learned, the thing about being unemployed is, you don’t have room for excuses (catch 22!). So, we checked the weather and made our way to Rainier National Park on Sunday afternoon.

The complete hike to and from Camp Muir took us 7.5 hours. It went a little something like this:

Would I do it again? My first answer is, “Hell no” but, then again, I’ve only been off my feet for 6 hours so I’m biased. HOWEVER, I can say, the views were incredible.

Early morning views. The fog was slightly nerve-wracking as we forgot our shells at home.
First view of ze mountain and she’s a beaut! The clouds have cleared up nicely!
MARMOT WATCH! I could NOT get enough of these chunky little guys.
The elder, scraggly, Marmot, observing his vast kingdom.
My fearless leader and motivator, rocking a Hiya shirt like it’s nobody’s business!
Pre-snow field sufferfest. I was so naive back then.
ALMOST THERE! Just past Colin to the right is the Muir ranger station. I almost cried. Almost.
The view looking out from the “first come first served” bunks at Camp Muir.
No pictures of glissading as we were racing the clouds but here’s a live look at my minor stream crossing.
Wild flowers!! and mist, lots of mist. Coming full circle!