The next day I spent exploring the Ice Caves, the Natural Bridges, and Trout Lake. There were hardly any clouds in the sky all day.
Just as I was getting the key out of my pocket to open my apartment door, my phone rang, and I scrambled to reach it. It was 11:30pm on a Thursday night. It turns out that someone I had messaged online earlier that evening would be able to give me a Mount Saint-Helens climbing pass on Friday morning at 8 am. I wasn’t expecting a response at all, especially since I only sent one message and there were many other requests posted. But I immediately said that I would meet him in the morning. I opened my apartment door and took a shower. I figured that since I would be at Mount Saint Helens on Friday, I would spend the whole weekend in that area and also try to tag Mount Adams, so I had to pack for a three day excursion. After a few hours of packing and logistical planning, I went to sleep for three and a half hours. I woke up at five a.m., brought my stuff to the car, did some last minute preparations, and headed off. The drive was beautiful. The sun rose right as I passed the South Waterfront and entered the bridge over the Willamette River in Portland. The whole sky glowed orange and lit up the glass buildings. I saw the silhouettes of Mount Saint Helens to my left and Mount Hood to my right as I drove north.
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