The next morning I packed up my limited amount of belongings, retrieved my outdoorsy purchases from a retail shop in downtown Seattle, and rented a Land Rover, which I drove to the base of Mt. Rainier. According to Zeninen’s facts, Marcos’s location was ten miles northwest, hidden in the cumbersome woods, and without any roads in its surrounding area.
Although I abhorred Boy Scouts, since they didn’t approve of homosexuality, I certainly felt like one. My trek through the mountainous range turned into quite an adventure. Careful footsteps were carried out as I walked among boulders, fallen trees, and a variety of tangled brush. By noontime, I was exhausted and decided to rest for half an hour. Atop a massive boulder that overlooked a pine-covered valley and stream, I enjoyed a lunch of nu
