The island spools out beneath the moonlight. We gallop parallel to the cliff edge, and beyond it I see a flock of white birds keeping pace with us. Gulls, perhaps, soaring and gliding on air currents that send them violently upward as they get close to the rocks. This is Thisby, I think. This is the island I love. I suddenly feel I know everything about the island and everything about me all at the same time, only I know that it will go away as soon as we stop. ―The Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater
The highest part of Mt. Rainier accessible to cars is Sunrise Point. It was damp and lonely there. On a fine day it’s a majestic view, which I’ve now accepted that I have missed. On a gloomy day, well…it’s a sea of rain clouds.
In the last picture, I was looking over the edge of the cliff at 6400 miles above sea level. I was trying to find the top of the world when I realized that I was standing right on it.
Mt. Rainier, Washington.
Ok so our ideal Vampire Weekend. We get a black convertible. um, cruise down Melrose, and pick up two or three goth chicks. Then you got the goth chicks in the car, and you drive out to a goth club. And you hang out at the goth club and you drink mojitos, and bloody marys, and beer. And then after that you get a designated driver to drive you and the goth chicks to the beach and it’s still night time at that point. You have a bonfire, and you hang out, and you sing songs. Next morning get breakfast, sleep in, do it all again Saturday night. Sunday, take it a little easier. With the goth chicks. Sunday take it easy with the goth chicks maybe lay off the booze cause you’re a little hung over, and buy cherry cokes for everybody. And then you drink cherry cokes with the goth chicks, drop them off at their mom’s house, return the car, and guess what it’s Monday time for work but uh. You had a great weekend, you don’t have the Monday blues, you had a Vampire Weekend, ok?