So, Rachel and I ended up at the top of Mt. St. Helens after all. Never say the federal government can't do anything right; the movie about the day the mountain blew (May 18, 1980), was short but quite moving; Rachel's jaw dropped through the first part of it, she was mesmerized. We walked outside for the park ranger's talk, and Rachel amused herself by standing on her tippy-toes to look through the standing binoculars at the mountain and the surrounding scenery. At the end of the lecture she insisted on walking to the top of the short walking path for a better view.
She was carrying a book I had bought her at the gift shop about weather, and I had asked her to carry a water bottle I'd filled up near the exhibit hall. I offered several times to carry the book and she absolutely refused. The final time she said, "Sometimes I just am stubborn," and that made me laugh so hard that I let her carry both to the top of the path.
We got home quite late, around 6ish, and I had hoped to dash in for a quick pedicure and manicure to face the big week ahead. The pedicure place was closed, so I drove us both home, unloaded the coolers and all the other stuff we'd packed, dashed out for a quick dinner at a local burger place, then drove back home, gave Rachel a good bath (we were both stinky after four days in the forest without showering), put her to bed, cleaned up the coolers, unpacked MY stuff, put all of Rachel's laundry in the washing machine and collapsed into bed at 12:15 a.m. Stayed up to read a great story about a Washington DC political aide that I just couldn't put down.
"Sometimes I just am stubborn." Yeah, kid, you are, in a good way. Me, not so much.
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