Olympic Peninsula today. Packing up my soggy tent into the black and yellow luggage that sits on the back of the GoldWing, the day had that "maybe rain, maybe sun, but mostly cloudy day" ahead. There are many county, state, and national parks, forests, and campsites. So many that you'd have to be a local just to know that they are there. The Olympic National Forest was a pleasure to drive through. Logging trucks and some travelers were all that was found on the highway. Turning a corner after Fairholme near the top of the peninsula I came upon the gorgeous Lake Crystal. I didn't know its name at the time but they named it perfectly. One can see to the bottom of this lake whose waters were absolutley stunning, even with a cloudy, misty day.
Looking south from the Port Angeles area one can see the snow capped Hurrican Ridge area of the Olympic Wilderness
Finally time to take a ferry from one of the many penisulas over to Seattle.
Looking back at the range that Mount Olympus inhabits truly shows the distance traveled. 360 miles completely around the peninsula. One needs to spend many weeks and seasons in the diverse area to appreciate it. It is home to 8 American Indian tribes, coasts, forests, and mountains. Stop by a Ranger station, get some maps, prepare to be amazed by the large and small.
Windy day on the ferry, I still don't understand how sailboats don't tip over.
Destination Seatte: a bed on the floor of my son's apartment, a shower, wash clothes, dry tent, rest a while.