Today we left TourPros in the morning and made our way north towards Mt. Rainier National Park. We were hoping to use the forest roads, which would have saved us a bit of time but the snow wasn’t clear yet at this time of year. We ended up taking the long way round via route 97 to route 12. Still, the scenery wasn’t too shabby.
TourPros recommended we stop by and see the Maryhill Stonehenge which was on the way
This is a replica of Stonehenge located in England in honor of fallen soldiers during WWI. It was completed in 1929.
Many believed that the original Stonehenge was a site where human sacrifices took place
Others insist it was used as a burial ground or astronomical observatory
Some believe that it is a portal to another dimension
We continued riding towards Mt. Rainier NP and managed to spot a decent place to camp in Snoqualmie National Forest by a river. We stopped at Wal-Mart on the way to grab a few treats…
…wait a minute, I said just a few…
…ok, that’s a little too much...I like it!
Starting a fire proved to be a piece of cake with the help of an old Trader Joe’s grocery bag we kept for times like these
Probably safer if I stood back
The following morning we continued to climb up in elevation along route 12. Here we are stopped at White Pass to layer up and plug in our electrics.
The Nisqually entrance to the park. The gate was built in 1910
Can you see Mt. Rainier? Its suppose to be right there. Unfortunately it was hiding behind rain and clouds today.
Mt. Rainier might not be the highest mountain, but has one of the world’s most prominent peaks in the world.
We decided to hightail it as it started to rain. With the majority of the park still closed and Mt. Rainier nowhere in sight, there’s no point in sticking around and getting soaking wet. We got a hold of $kywalker who invited us over to stay at his place for the night and proceeded to head towards Olympia, Washington via route 7. We were going at a reasonably slow pace as the road started to twist and turn and were warned about riding over patches of moss; the rain didn’t help much either. I looked in my rear-view mirror to see how Amanda was doing and noticed she wasn’t there. I pulled over to the side to let her catch up. A minute and counting and still no sign of her, better backtrack and see what’s what. I came through a sharp corner and saw a truck pulled over to the side of the road. The driver was helping Amanda lift her bike back up from the ditch.
Junk food for the soul.
A portal to the unknown.
Another close call?