Location – location – location.
Look closely and you’ll see the Paradise Inn where I spent the night earlier this week.
Yes, I know. I’ve posted about Mt. Rainier again and again; twice in the last month alone! But this is wildflower season and to make sure we’d beat the crowds, I booked a night at the Inn and got to wake up with the mountain.
Now, I’m not normally an early riser but when the light started coming through the window, I jumped at the chance to get the early morning light and was out of bed by 5:30.
(I passed Bob in the lobby – he IS an early riser – and saw the look of shock on his face. ‘Who are you and what have you done with my wife?!’)
I said good morning-goodbye, then hurried outside with my camera.
I was out for an hour or so and had the trails mostly to myself save for a few other photographers. I didn’t venture far from the Inn – I didn’t have to – all this was right behind me.
After taking too many pictures I returned for a latte and drank it outside with this view of the Tatoosh Range.
The Inn is a classic.
Built in 1916 it’s a quaint and rustic place to stay – and the only place to stay other than Longmire. The room was small but comfortable.
The food was another story! We’d hoped to have a nice meal in the dining room. Unfortunately, the boiler went out the night before, so we had our choice of hamburgers or hotdogs from the grill outside. Let me just say, they were adequate, so we didn’t starve. Uh-huh.
I’d do it again just to wake up on the mountain.
I’ll have more stories to tell from our visit including two hikes and more wildflowers. But this will do for now.