After our visit to Forks, we drove up the valley of the river Hoh. We had passed through Olympic NP some time around the turn of the century/millennium, perhaps in too much a hurry to get back to Missoula from a Western Directors' meeting in Point Reyes. Anyhow, we have memories of Olympic, mostly of the rain forest bit, but so far on this 2018 trip had not visited anything we remembered. We figured it was probably the Hoh Valley we visited back in 1999/2000. Hoh is indeed the place to go for the rain forest thing, low down and on the west side. Only thing was, it hadn't rained in some days, and the sunny, dry weather we have been carrying with us continued. I think they may have actually moved the fire danger gauge from "you've got to be kidding...this is a rain forest" to "highly improbable."
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| Our encampment in the Hoh campground |
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Original 1970 sign, hand-lettered by Vicki; we've carried it with us on many of our
US trips, but never much used it until now |
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| Embarking on one of the several short hikes in the "rain" forest |
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| In the Hall of Mosses (and lichens and epiphytes, etc.) |
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| Although crisp, clear, and dry, it was a bit chilly |
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| Successful nurse log |
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Big trees all around, mostly firs and Sitkas but also some huge
maples |
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| Driving out the next morning, we were treated to a passing bull elk and friends |
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