Then I drove us down the mountain, taking deep breaths the whole way. The greatest source of my nervousness on this trip was the driving. The road to and from Hurricane Ridge is two twisty lanes with a few pull-out lanes on the side to allow drivers to pass.
Some drivers were much more comfortable, driving 10 mph or more over the speed limit. I was happy right at the speed limit. When the fast drivers got behind me, I would pray for a pull-out to appear soon.
In addition, the road is popular with cyclists. And they don't have a bike lane. We're all in the same lane. This didn't bother me -- I'd just slow down and wait for a safe place to pass. This did bother a couple of drivers, who honked at me to pass the bikes while we were on a curve with no clue as to what vehicles might be coming in the other direction.
So, I was happy to get back to Port Angeles and back on U.S. 101. We headed west in search of Lake Crescent.
|Lovely Lake Crescent|
My boat experience is limited. (In February, Julie, Allison and I took a canoe six miles down the Macal River. We were a good team, and I couldn't have accomplished it on my own.)
But I thought a rowboat would be easy. You just put the oars in and row.
Cooper to the rescue. Cooper learned how to row this summer at Webelos residence camp. At first he tried to talk me through the process. I'm not a good student apparently. So I happily handed him the oars, and he got us moving. He knows which direction to go, when to lift one oar out of the water, when to be still.
|Super duper awesome Cooper|
|Cooper's in charge.|
|Cooper loved showing off his Cub Scout skills.|
|Katie has requested that she get to row on our next trip.|
|Orange is our color, yes?|
|Katie gets a turn at the pedals. (She needs a couple more inches on her legs to be completely comfortable in this boat.)|
|Goodbye, Lake Crescent!|