Memories

[rebeccmeister]

Am still thinking about Zack quite a bit, recently.

http://rebeccmeister.livejournal.com/865709.html

Comments

[tylik.livejournal.com]

Your post is beautiful and so strange for me. I think most, perhaps, because I lived most of my life within sight of Mt. Rainier (well, ignoring weather effects, always an issue*.) thewronghands, of course, is in SAR - K, my roommate and long time hiking buddy was in ESAR before moving to Cleveland. A bunch of friends, including my massage therapist of many years (back when I was an overpaid software professional and had a regular massage therapist) were ice climbers. Hell, I rather vividly remember being four years old on my first Mt. Rainier hike (and complaining loudly much of the way that I had wanted to go *hiking* not just walking in the mud. Four year old me did not approve.) Some trails on Mt. Rainier have that sense of being written on my skin - not with the density as do sections of the North Cascades, but with a vibrant intensity. But far more, there is just that sense of looming presence of the mountain.

* https://twitter.com/IsMtRainierOut - sadly on hiatus for the last week.

[rebeccmeister.livejournal.com]

Believe me, I understand!

I still go back as frequently as I can. I don't know if this is entirely true, but I believe that my grandpa went out to visit the Mountain every year of his life (he grew up in Enumclaw, so, right in the shadow of the Mountain).

I have a cherished memory of riding bicycles from my grandpa's house up to Sunrise with my dad and scrottie a couple of years back, and another cherished memory of going out to visit the Mountain with family the year after Zack disappeared. Although it's only made of mud (interesting to realize), it is a landmark that makes a person understand the sacred nature of certain spaces.