Hurricaine Ridge Visitor’s Center, Olympic National Park.
Damp, rainy Neah Bay, Washington.
Breathtaking cliffs. Cobalt blue sea meets a damp, dark, green temperate rain forest.
The northernmost corner of the Continuous United States. What a beautiful, exotic place. Wet, misty, temperate rain forest. Lush, deep, dark green. Cedar and spruce. It’s a magical place.
Devil’s Club has huge leaves! Not fun to hike through a thicket of this stuff. It’s nasty, spiny stuff. I’ve seen it rip holes in people’s pants and shirts. They don’t call it Devil’s Club for nothing. This is on the approach trail to Cape … Continue reading August 29: Devil’s Club
I’d planned for some months to pack pack along the Western shorline of the Olympic Penninsula. Days before my trip I got the flu. And despite being August it began to rain. Change of plans. Hotels. AirBnB. Day trips that afford dry sleeping. When I … Continue reading August 27: Foggy Shoreline
Water drip erosion? Gas bubbles in volcanic rock? I’m no geologist, but I know a good looking rock when I see one.
The access bridge to Beach 4 from Hwy 101, thick in fog.
It mercifully rained yesterday. There are a lot of fires in British Columbia. There are fires in Washington, Oregon, and California too, but there are especially a lot in BC. It seems to be the new normal as global warming accelerates. The rain (and a … Continue reading August 27: Bridge to Beach 4
I’ve owned this little 1994 Toyota 4WD pick up for about twelve years now. I bought it for rugged access to various Pacific Northwest climbing destinations–many of which require super high ground clearance. And of course it’s been ideal for mountain access during snow storms. … Continue reading Augusts 27: Adventures of Little Gray Truck