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| drive-by view from 101 |
As we were aware, parts of Olympic National Park were already closed for the winter, other parts were closed for road construction and improvements, and yet other parts were marked "no buses, RV's, or trucks beyond this point". Like the Cascades, there isn't a lot of Olympic National Park that is accessible to motor vehicles. And that's the way it should be, right?
We're not in a position to hike, so we enjoy seeing what we can, walk a little, camp and know we are content to experience what we can.
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| the red roads weren't all accessible |
We drove past a long mountain lake, through forests and rain forests, up hills and down hills. We spent the night in the Hoh Rainforest. Peaceful, verdant, mosquitoey.
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| we drove through fairy tale forests |
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| we watched the changing reflections |
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| we drove through spooky forests |
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| if you stay in the rainforest you will mold |
And, finally, finally, at long last.... we made it to the Pacific Ocean!
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| Not just any fog. This is ocean fog. |
Wagons Ho! in the wee hours again. Our goal was to get to Kalaloch Campground early-early, wait out the departing campers and *crossed fingers* nab an oceanfront spot. The campgrounds are all first-come, first-serve at this time of year. We had a shot! Sure enough, we drove through the campground once, started back through (second time past a very smug young couple enjoying their coffee as they watched the ocean and smirked at us...), opened our window to talk to an early-morning dog-walker from Ohio who asked, "Do you want this spot? We're leaving in half an hour or so." YES!
We put one of our new green camp chairs on the picnic table, registered for the site for three nights, and left the park to find some bread and chips. Surely a weekend like this deserved chips. We drove the eight miles to the Queets Trading Post. And then....
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