On Friday we drove from Port Hadlock to Port Angeles.
First stop: Blackbird Coffee House. I needed to file a story for a new client, and there was no Wi-Fi at the rental house. It was cold enough outside that Cooper and Katie ordered hot chocolate; I was warmed by a mocha.
Second stop: Olympic National Park's visitor center, for directions to Hurricane Ridge.
|Cooper and a skull (wolf?) in the visitor center|
|Friendly park ranger Katie|
Third stop, through windy, hilly roads: Hurricane Ridge.
From Hurricane Ridge, you can turn in any direction and see the entire Olympic mountain range. It's a breath-taking, gorgeous, give-thanks-to-God kind of view.
We hiked a few trails, where we found the odd mix wildflowers and patches of snow. In August. While our friends at home were continuing to suffer through the worst summer in decades.
|Coop is always looking for a good-natured snowball fight.|
|After 36 days of 100 degrees or higher in Texas, we didn't complain once about being cold.|
|Lupine in full bloom|
|Just before heading north to find Lake Crescent|