Rainier, not rainier
This morning, we got more Krispy Kremes for breakfast. They were so good . . .even though they weren't super fresh. We ate two each and saved the last four for later.
Mount Rainier was our park for the day, and we got a map on the way in. I know, you were definitely wondering. No worries, I'm here to provide. The park was really pretty, it had a lot of greens and the mountain itself still had a good deal of snow on it.
At our first stop in Rainier, Dad found a waterfall a little off the road and climbed through a little ruffage to get some pictures of it and a good view. I followed him, and once I got to my vantage point surrounded in plants, Dad turned to me and warned me that the plants I just barely avoided were actually stinging nettle. In case you don't know what that is, it's a completely harmless looking plant that is covered in thorns that have venom like a bee. Thanks for the warning, Dad. We all managed to escape the plant for the remainder of our adventures in the park.
Soon enough, I had to pee again. So, obviously, we had to be nowhere near a restroom. We hit up a few more pull offs before we found a cute little area that had restrooms, a museum and a gift shop. Thank the lord, we all went on a bathroom break and then got a whole bunch of souvenirs. I got another sweatshirt (sorry Mom, Dad and our suitcase) that was waaaay too big for me so my arms fit in the sleeves hehe . . .
On the way out, there wasn't a super cool sign, but we got a picture at a stone bridge with Mount Rainier National Park carved into it which was a little cool.
After that most of the day was driving. We had the last donuts for lunches, and I read, slept and listened to music most of the time.
When we got to the hotel for the night, I immediately began to catch up on blogs. I didn't have long before we went out to dinner, though. It was at this place called the Dirty Cowgirl. . . I know, but trust me. It was a barbeque place, but it was out of everything. It didn't have mushrooms or pulled pork or the cream of coconut Mom wanted for her drink. We had to ask where their parking was too, and the only real response we got was 'by the grain elevators'. Descriptive. Luckily, Dad, our designated driver, knew what a grain elevator was. There were flies everywhere. There was an old couple that kept eying us, which I pointed out was probably because I was wearing my rainbow 'Be a Nice Human' shirt. There was a large and poor religious family next to us, that just kept repeating the whole meal "At least we weren't gluttonous. No waste." The kids kept complaining they were hungry.
Once back at the hotel, me and Mom took every one of Gideon's stuffed animals for a check up. We took some of their tags off, and others we just pretended to search them for something. What? Probably all the money we wasted on them and my sweatshirts . . .
So maybe we bought a lot of sweatshirts or stuffies, but hey, curled up in my sweatshirt in bed, I was so comfy.
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