It took four tries before my dad saw it, it took three for our RV park neighbors, and everyone we met along the way cautioned it might not happen.
But we got lucky. Driving in on our very first visit to Mount Rainier National Park, glorious, glacial, still volcanic and very much active, Mount Rainier presented herself to us under blazing blue skies.
As Mike and I were taking in the beyond-description sight of the mountain, a mix of shiny white snow and sparkling blue glacial ice, a woman drove up, got out of her car and said, "I've never seen the mountain exposed. I feel like I'm going to cry."
I understood completely. The grandeur of nature does that to you. One of my favorite historical figures is John Muir, who once said, "I'd rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking of the mountains."
I'll be back with more details on Mount Rainier National Park, and the RV park we're staying at a bit later.