Life is crazy.

And I love every second of the adventure. I went on my first real hike today. I went up to Eatonville with a friend of mine and one of her friends to hike near Mt. Rainier and it was a lot of fun, despite having to walk up all the hills. All the hills reminded me of Seattle, except with mud instead of concrete. And I'm pretty sure I prefer the mud (sorry, Seattle) but I can survive in the city. And at the end of the hike, you could definitely tell that I'm not one of those girls that's afraid of getting in the mud and getting dirty. I knew better than to wear something like really nice clothes (like something you would wear to an evening out or anything like that) or to bring a purse. Getting dirty on these things are inevitable. All three of us had some dirt on us by the end of the hike and I was by far the worst. But I don't really care. I had fun and that's the important part.

The views of the waterfalls were so worth all the hiking and hills and walking on logs over the river to get to them. It's amazing all the beautiful things you can find in the world that occur naturally. I could hike all day, if the weather was ideal, I had absolutely everything I needed with me, and some awesome friends to go with me. More hiking near, and even on, Mt. Rainier is a must after a day like today. I think going up to Mt. St. Helens is a possibility as well. When I'll find the time for all this, I don't know but I will find it somehow.

Pretty sure the funniest thing that happened while hiking was while I was crossing the river on a fallen log. I was about to get off the log and back onto the land and instead of stepping on land, I stepped on a branch and went into the river about halfway up my calves. Luckily enough for me, the current next to the riverbed wasn't all that strong and I was able to get out fairly quickly. And it wasn't as cold as I thought it would be and it felt kinda good.

Walking along that train bridge was scary when you looked down and saw the water between the planks of wood. Some of them were missing bits and pieces and made walking along them even scarier. Sitting on the bridge made for a great picture though. Yeah, you aren't supposed to be on it for safety reasons and the police don't want you on it but we were on the constant lookout for trains (not like we wouldn't hear something that big coming). Every time a car passed by (the road wasn't that far away since we were at the beginning of the trail), the thought of an oncoming train passed through the back of your mind, even though you knew it was only a vehicle on the road.

Towards the end of the hike, I kept hearing the same two lines from Carnival of Rust repeat themselves over and over in my head. I would have brought out Gir to listen to the song but I was having enough trouble trying to hear the other two people I was with when we were close to the waterfalls that I didn't need to add to the list of reasons why I couldn't hear what they were saying.

While at Subway, a remix of this song was playing. I hadn't heard it in a while, despite it being on Gir, and I thought it was awesome that they had it going.

I'm so easily entertained by music and I don't know why.