Olympic National Park
The Olympic peninsula is in the northwest of the continental United States. The photos in this post were taken on two separate trips by different people with different cameras.
the ferry leaving Mukilteo. it is advisable to get there early because the line can be really long. the gentleman at the coffee stand is very polite
the more convincing reason to get there early is if you are lucky you get to see a sunrise like that one
the ferry will deposit you on a stretch of land, there’s a road, it’s not a great road, it’s a fairly ho-hum-tum-di-tum-minding-my-own-business road
a great place for breakfast. the olympic bagel company at port angeles.
the weather out there is conducive to such pictures. lake crescent, surrounded by mountains, shrouded by clouds
zoom in on that picture. the landmass across the water is canada. the water is the strait of juan de fuca. just to give you an idea of what I am on about, the solid line that represents the border between canada and the us is somewhere in between that body of water you see in the picture above. the landmass beyond is canada.
these views are from Cape Flattery, the Northwestern-most point in the US (a definition which is very disputable and has definitely some marketing roots to it). It has flavours of the Oregon coast in it, the wind, the water, the waves.
protip: wait for balding gentlemen to move out of the frame before taking the shot
a bridge over a stream that drains a lake into an ocean. that sounded far more grandiose in my head
a mile marker on a trail from lake ozette to the pacific. beware though, should you be of the disposition that tends to compute and recompute average speeds on hikes, there is only one mile marker
lake ozette – it is big, blue and crystal clear. the road to it is cop-less in the off season. there weren’t many fishies around …
an eerie piece of driftwood we found floating in the Pacific. I imagine it is ancient and that if floated over from Japan. The holes were where the insects burrowed into it.
Taken over forty five minutes, the sun setting over the Pacific ocean. it is difficult to get timelapse photographs from a windows phone camera. the sight is so magnificent that these photographs fail to do it justice. this was at one of the many pacific beaches, deserted, not a soul in sight.
the town of forks is quiet. twilight-infested. every thing there is twilight-this, bella-that, vampire-ate-my-bananas ridiculous. the motel we stayed at was inexpensive and clean.
a rather unflattering picture of the pair of pantaloons I was wearing. I thought a little break from all of olympic national park was in order.
that is a plant. a fern perhaps. with dead leaves around it. (yes, sometimes I get very literal)
trees that are growing on top of a dead tree
pretty scary trees. pretty but scary trees as well
that is a colour I would have difficulty characterizing. I’d call it pink. or perhaps violet. definitely not teal. perhaps fuschia. suffice to say, it’s a nice flower.
lummi-island-salmon. that’s them, going upstream for the ultimate experience
a horde of elks. they have no shame. exposed backsides. disgusting.
fun fact: elks do not get confused by humans going moooooooooo in a baritone
I named p that hippopotamus Icarus. He wandered too close to the sea and was washed away by a mighty wave
Unfortunately, I have no one fitting picture to end this post with. I have far too many and choosing the right one is damn-near-impossible. Suffice to say, it is a very nice place, Olympic National Park. Go there 🙂