Oregon...and then into California...
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| Another day, another low tide sea cave |
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| Color-coded sea stars |
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| The Oregon site known as the Punch Bowl |
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| Thus, low-tide |
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| Best ever, so far |
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| Fried clams, at one of the casinos; used to be our default order at HoJos; when there were HoJos |
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| Whales! Click to enlarge |
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| Whale tail |
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| Thar she blows! |
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| Punch Bowl filling, next morning |
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| Fog |
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| Art Deco bridge |
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| Blow hole |
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| Reminded us, a little, of Fingal's Cave... |
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| Entering dune country |
Coastal scenes are among our favorites, and the coasts of the Pacific northwest are among the world's best. We spent the next five days, September 18-22, driving the coast roads, stopping at most every site or viewpoint, staying overnight at a variety of casinos, state parks, and big boxes permitting parking. Washington, then Oregon...
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| Interesting how the pebbles become embedded in the driftwood |
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| Still working on our selfie technique |
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| More color-coded stars later |
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| Not snow |
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| Today's wedding |
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| Incredible caves |
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| Spelunktress |
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| Cut-out for the stage coach; seriously |
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| https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF6IShnqPY0 |
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| Love these... |
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| I'll spare you the rest of these |
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| Fog rolling in... |
After Hurricane Ridge we returned to Port Townsend for an administrative day and then headed back into Olympic National Park. We'd done much of the Park in 2018, and on a later visit, and accordingly made quicker work of the rest of it on this trip, wanting to get to the coast and its scenery sooner than later. We spent the night of September 17th at the campground near the Hall of Mosses at Hoh.
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| But first we stopped at a salmon run overlook; click to enlarge and you might see a salmon jumping...I couldn't, but you might... |
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| All of the northwest is in a drought, so if you've ever wondered what a rain forest looks like in a drought, pay close attention to this and the following pix |
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| We are out of the Park now temporarily...you can tell because all you can see are "cut and run" stumps |
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| Passing through Forks, the heart of Mormon Vampirism in North America |
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| Back to the drying-up fetid ooze of the rain forest |
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| In the Hall of Mosses |
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| Tripping hazards along the trail |
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| Head-bonking hazards as well |
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| Big tree; but most are not so big |
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| Our encampment |
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| Vicki cooking |
