Ive always wanted to visit Mt. Rainier National Park to see its epic wildflower blooms, but every summer the wildflower blooms were predicted to be small or Willie and I had been too busy to make a trip. With the wet winter in 2016, we had hoped that the flowers would be booming and planned a trip.
We arrived at Mt. Rainier at night, setup our tent and tried to get some sleep before having to wake up early for sunrise. When we did make it up the mountain we found 2 things: lots and lots and lots (and lots) of fog, and no carpets of flowers. Instead, the hills had patches of blooms, spread here and a little over there.
While looking for the flowers we had come across this spot, which was the first area that had a good number of both Indian Paintbrush and Lupine, but we kept walking, hoping wed find better flowers. We had no idea where Mt. Rainier was since the fog was so thick but just after passing this patch, Mt. Rainier suddenly appeared through the fog We raced back to these flowers, falling flat on my butt in the process, and managed to snap a few photos before the fog covered Rainier again.
I called this photo Peeping Rain because it reminded me of Peeping Tom, poking its head up to take a peak, then disappearing again as soon as you look.
Nikon D800 w/Nikkor 14-24mm f/2.8:
15mm, f/11, 1/30 sec, ISO 100
