#ERT_2015 Day 11 - Mount Rainier National Park

This morning we had the option to either go on a hike that ran straight through our campground (which was awesome), or sleep in a bit. I chose the option to sleep in a bit (of course), and once everyone was packed up and ready to go we headed to the Grove of the Patriarchs. It was definitely cooler than I had expected it to be- there were some HUGE trees, which were able to grow so large because they were on an island in the middle of the river, which protected them from wildfires. It was pretty cool.

Ally's artsy photo of the river by our campground.

There's Joey's cute old beater truck. Even in the short time we were guiding together, I formed many memories of that sweet old thang. It was Joey's home while he guided.

Proud aside moment, this was my first Instagram photo to get 200 likes.

"Jen and Joey Look Up at Stuff, Version 2.0" (As a canyoneering guide, you spend a LOT of time looking up at stuff above you. Safety first.)

The little bridge said "One person at a time." (And rightly so, it was verrrrrry wobbly.) I said, "eff it" and forded the river myself. Once again, #ChacoNation for the win.

Brady and Joe were more obedient.

Huge trees. Random stranger for scale.

After that little nature walk, we headed up to Tipsoo Lake, which was SUPPOSED to be one of the best hikes to view Mt Rainier from. (I personally don't think it was, but it was still a nice hike regardless.) We hiked and explored for several hours, got our Rainier sign photo, and had lunch, before heading down off the mountain to get to the coast.

Rule breakers.

Don't mind us all in our various stages of eating lunch/talking/napping.

Saying goodbye to Joey. :( I wish we could hang out forever like the old days! He was my favorite part of guiding this spring.

Once we got to our campground (and managed to break up the party that had decided to use our campsites for their own purposes... that was cool...) we headed to the beach to visit the shipwreck of the Peter Iredale. (No one died, but the ship ran aground in a bad storm, and by the time the weather and the tide were cooperative enough to allow them to try and get the ship back out to sea, it had listed too heavily to port and was scrapped, but they had to leave the skeleton of the ship, which is still on the beach.) There is also a fort at Fort Stevens State Park (duh), but we didn't end up having time to visit it.

My Chaco tan was amazing. I miss it.