I recently bought last-minute tickets to hike at Mount Rainier National Park. I had never been to the Pacific Northwest, and after I decided that I was done depriving myself of beauty and the things I love, no one could stop me. So, I hopped on a plane to Seattle and was not disappointed.
There’s a section of Mount Rainier National Park called Paradise. I was there, hiking the Skyline loop surrounded by flabbergasting waterfalls, wildflowers, and Mount Rainier when a woman stomped past me on the trail.
Have you ever been to dismal towns called Paradise
and thought the founders lacked imagination?
But this time, the name fit.
The sleeping volcano dominated the landscape.
The wildflowers filled every spot that no one stepped.
Waterfalls fell with such abundance that no one names them all.
And a woman stomped down the trail,
unflabbergasted by the embarrassment of riches.
Some people are angry even in Paradise.