I gave this one two shots in one week, due to the fact that I ran out of time to reach the lookout the first time. That day, the mountain was all fogged over. Any glimpse of Mt. Rainier was confined to swirling white patches through the mist, but I found a lot more to keep me occupied. Mostly getting lost. The guide book I had was the one about best hikes for children, and I kept thinking how much it would suck if I''d had little kids with me and was wandering aimlessly around the dark corners of Mt. Rainier. The directions could use a little work. Then again so could my map-reading skills. Aside from that rant, I found it to be beautiful, gothic charm I''d say, with edges of everything eaten away by the freezing fog I didn''t expect in July. Upon returning to the main trail from my third wrong turn, I was lucky enough to bump into a very nice forest ranger who was heading in the direction I needed to go. If you run into Peter, say hello for me. By the time I reached Frozen Lake, I was pretty much frozen myself and needed to head back home. Next time up, it was sunny and hot with no lack of people. On the final curving ascent to the lookout, I saw a mother mountain goat and her tiny kid way up on the rise. The view was everything previous visitors will say it is. Huge expanse of white and rock in place of the mountain I know so well from a distance. Boggling expanse of forested swells and mountain ranges I couldn''t identify. Oh, and deer flies! The only unpleasant aspect of it all. DEET was the only thing that worked even moderately. I''m packing two bottles next time. This was a hike well worth a two-plus hour drive one way.