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Our drive started out as serenely as it could possibly be from Seattle. It was my first time driving a car in the ferry as we took it across Pudget Sound to Bainbridge Island, a mere half hour away.
We watched Seattle disappear into the horizon.
I can't for the life of me remember the name of this bakery (a local Seattle bakery), but it was at the ferry cafeteria and it was surprisingly good. Or perhaps I was just ravenous, I'm not quite sure. This is a picture of my morning almond poppy seed muffin.
Nothing can quite capture the sheer breadth and vastness of the Olympic National Park. Certainly not our short forays in nor my camera. We took advantage of the excellent weather and drove up to hurricane ridge, which affords gorgeous views of the Olympic mountains, including the Carrie glacier.
We also did a short hike to Marymere falls.
Tony demonstrated his literal definition of the word "tree hugger" in this picture.
Our pitstop was at Forks, Washington. If the name rings a bell then that means you've read (or watched) Twilight (you know who you are). The town is crawling with Twilight paraphernalia, even shops are named after the book. There are two camps to this, the ones who have embraced the teenie bopper phenomena and the ones who wish that they could rename their town. Regardless, it's the only decent town at the halfway point between our hikes, so in Forks we stayed.
We made a brief pit stop at Rialto beach for "sunset," or what we could sort of see through the ever-changing layer of clouds. The beach is littered with the bones of old trees, swept white and bare by the ocean.
I actually really liked our bed-and-breakfast, Miller Tree Inn. When they have a little library with sections that say "innkeeper favorites" and "to trade or borrow," you know that it's a homey place. And by constantly having a plate of fresh-baked goodies by the nook, they easily won over Tony.
Tony "posing" with the bear found in our room, pretending to read the copy of Twilight they left in our room.
People put pins on a gigantic world map, detailing where they are from. The United States map looks like a pincushion.
Our entry into Hoh rainforest was slightly foreboding. Pardon the drops of rain on the windshield. The first bouts of rain came our way to the rainforest, which was oddly fitting.
Hiking seven miles with chilly, periodic showers is a muddy affair. However, the views were definitely worth it.
Everything was either covered in moss or fungi.
Ruby beach
On our last night in the Olympic Peninsula we stopped by Billy's, which had some really good dinner selections.
That is a yak burger, with yak meat in lieu of beef. Surprisingly delicate in flavor.
Our last night was spent in Aberdeen.
We watched Seattle disappear into the horizon.
I can't for the life of me remember the name of this bakery (a local Seattle bakery), but it was at the ferry cafeteria and it was surprisingly good. Or perhaps I was just ravenous, I'm not quite sure. This is a picture of my morning almond poppy seed muffin.
Nothing can quite capture the sheer breadth and vastness of the Olympic National Park. Certainly not our short forays in nor my camera. We took advantage of the excellent weather and drove up to hurricane ridge, which affords gorgeous views of the Olympic mountains, including the Carrie glacier.
We also did a short hike to Marymere falls.
Tony demonstrated his literal definition of the word "tree hugger" in this picture.
Our pitstop was at Forks, Washington. If the name rings a bell then that means you've read (or watched) Twilight (you know who you are). The town is crawling with Twilight paraphernalia, even shops are named after the book. There are two camps to this, the ones who have embraced the teenie bopper phenomena and the ones who wish that they could rename their town. Regardless, it's the only decent town at the halfway point between our hikes, so in Forks we stayed.
We made a brief pit stop at Rialto beach for "sunset," or what we could sort of see through the ever-changing layer of clouds. The beach is littered with the bones of old trees, swept white and bare by the ocean.
I actually really liked our bed-and-breakfast, Miller Tree Inn. When they have a little library with sections that say "innkeeper favorites" and "to trade or borrow," you know that it's a homey place. And by constantly having a plate of fresh-baked goodies by the nook, they easily won over Tony.
Tony "posing" with the bear found in our room, pretending to read the copy of Twilight they left in our room.
People put pins on a gigantic world map, detailing where they are from. The United States map looks like a pincushion.
Our entry into Hoh rainforest was slightly foreboding. Pardon the drops of rain on the windshield. The first bouts of rain came our way to the rainforest, which was oddly fitting.
Hiking seven miles with chilly, periodic showers is a muddy affair. However, the views were definitely worth it.
Everything was either covered in moss or fungi.
Ruby beach
On our last night in the Olympic Peninsula we stopped by Billy's, which had some really good dinner selections.
That is a yak burger, with yak meat in lieu of beef. Surprisingly delicate in flavor.
Our last night was spent in Aberdeen.
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