Mount Rainier is known for its summer wildflower blooms. Willie and I made a trip to Seattle in hopes of arriving during a year where the flowers blossomed with carpets and carpets of flowers and beautiful colors. When we arrived, though, we found quite the opposite: there were flowers, but only in patches.
On our first morning we woke up in the park to find the entire mountain covered in fog. We could barely see 15 feet in front of us as we drove from the campsite towards the base of the mountain. The fog was a great excuse to scout for fields of flowers. Along the way we passed an area filled with lupine and Indian Paintbrush, though not quite in the abundance we were hoping for, and we decided to keep hiking up the mountain.
While scouting an area a few hundred feet up the mountain, we noticed the fog was starting to break and Mt. Rainier was emerging. Willie looked at me and screamed “back to the Paintbrush area!” The fog had left dew on the grass and before I knew it, I was sliding down the hill on my butt! We made it back to the Paintbrush Field just in time to catch the mountain peak out. A few minutes later and the mountain was gone again!
Nikon D800 w/Nikkor 14-24mm f/2.8:
16mm, f/11, 1/50 sec, ISO 320