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It was a bright, sunny, clear day, the sort we're not supposed to get around here in January. I got to the top of the hill and could see the Cascades to the east. Better yet, I had about ten minutes to wait for my bus, from a spot where I could see them in the sunlight. It still seems weird and cool that I can be five blocks from home and see glaciers.
On the bus over to my doctor's office, I caught a glimpse of Mount Rainier, which is fifty miles away and only visible on really clear days. On the way back, the Olympics were hazily visible to the west, and Rainier was a lot more visible, and the nearer Cascades were quite clear, from the bus window and from the transit center when I got off.
That it was 50 degrees (10 C) at three this afternoon was a bonus. But that sometimes happens where I grew up; the mountains are still a pleasant surprise.
On the bus over to my doctor's office, I caught a glimpse of Mount Rainier, which is fifty miles away and only visible on really clear days. On the way back, the Olympics were hazily visible to the west, and Rainier was a lot more visible, and the nearer Cascades were quite clear, from the bus window and from the transit center when I got off.
That it was 50 degrees (10 C) at three this afternoon was a bonus. But that sometimes happens where I grew up; the mountains are still a pleasant surprise.