In the long run I literally ran into it. Walking down 32nd Street, I saw a rise, an opening, a grassy meadow, a break in the cityscape. It was the trail!
I turned left, and the sight almost took my breath away. There was Mount Rainier looming large in the sunset sky. I couldn't find an angle that didn't involve power lines, but there it was, Seattle's iconic mountain.
When I reached my place, I told Cris, Airbnb host, how excited I was to spot the peak. Oh yes, she said. But you can see it from our house, too. She led me to the dining room window, pointed off in the distance. And there it was again, only slightly less imposing.
Sometimes, peak experiences are closer than you think.