Tomorrow, I am going to hike a section of the Wonderland Trail that circles Mt. Rainier. That is were I was on 9/11.
On 9/10/01, I camped at Snow Lake. It was a beautiful camp site. Right at sun down, a herd of elk came to the lake to drink. I slept well.
On 9/11/01, I arose at sunrise, packed my tent and hit the trail. A couple of miles later, the trail crossed the road. As I crossed the road, a person in a parked car had their radio turned up loud. I heard enough to know that something had happened, but I didn't know what it was.
About noon, I reached Longmire, the hotel for Mt. Rainier. It is one of only two places along the trail where there is a pay phone. I called Linda, and she told me what was happening. At that point, the tv reporters we estimating that 20,000 people may have died.
I went ahead with my hike. The strangest part was no airplanes. I didn't realize how often airplanes fly over until suddenly there were none!! I hiked three more days with no updates. When I finally reached the end of my hike and turned on the radio, it was a great relief to learn that casualties were then estimated at less than 10% of the orginal estimate.
This is a picture I took that morning.