The Seven Summits taught us something. You don't have to fly to Africa to find a mountain worth the climb.
Rainier and Adams are both in this collection, and both of them are personal. I've stood on Rainier's summit with my son Jack, and on Adams' with my daughter Bethan — two different climbs, two different kids, same idea each time: get up early, get cold, get to the top, and let the mountain do the talking. I've done this range with a good friend, too, and stood in front of Hood with my uncle Rob, who'd already put in his own miles on Kilimanjaro before he ever saw this range. This isn't a collection built from photos of mountains we liked. It's a record of who we brought with us.
That's the thing about the Cascades that's different from Kilimanjaro or Kosciuszko. Those took planning, time zones, a passport. These are the ones you can see from your kitchen window in Seattle or Portland — Rainier daring the city to forget it's dormant, not extinct, Adams standing quieter over the Gorge, Hood watching over Portland the way it always has. You don't need a plane ticket. You need a weekend and someone willing to get up before sunrise with you.
Every piece in the Pacific Northwest Series carries the same build as the rest of the Frontier Supply line — compass on the front, that peak's badge on the back, coordinates and elevation on the sleeve. What's different is the tone. Less expedition, more "let's go this Saturday." Less bucket list, more standing habit.
Rainier with Jack. Adams with Bethan. Hood with Rob. The mountains you can get to before breakfast still count.