August 19, 2015
Posted on April 14, 2016
It’s not that Port Angeles was not a nice city, but for some reason that morning we wanted to get out of it and just ride. The scenery changed from the windy open waters along the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the serene shores of a mountain lake Crescent.
Lake Crescent
August 18, 2015
Posted on March 13, 2016
One thing that’s good about cold nights in a tent is that there is extra motivation to get up, get dressed and get moving. Once outside, we warmed up under the late morning sun and decided to enjoy a fresh cup of tea. Surrounded by old evergreens, time seemed to flow slower, and the mountains towered in the distance, draped in deep blue haze.
Olympic mountains seen from the top of Deer Park campground
August 17, 2015
Posted on March 5, 2016
We wake up nice and early to get an early start. Still familiarizing ourselves with the whole tear down the campsite and get going flow of things. Cold water – check. The campsite warden was already out and casting a sharp shadow on the morning dew. I noticed her stop and give us a sharp eye as we rode across the 101 to enjoy the East point view of The Great Bend. The shore was lined with eaten clam shells and it was hard to ignore the sunny day and energizing vibe. We got some breakfast at Hoodsport Coffee Company, some reserves at the Hoodsport IGA and headed deeper into the Peninsula using N Lake Cushman Rd.
Early morning in Potlatch State Park
August 16, 2015
Posted on February 5, 2016
We woke up fairly late seeing as how everyone else was already cleaning up after having breakfast. For better or for worse, the burning desire for adventure meant that we were going for the nearest exit out of the country. Some have advised us to take the ferries to get from Vancouver to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington (where we wanted to explore the eponymous National Park), but I try not to take ferries unnecessarily, not when there are less sickening options. It would have made more sense if we stayed on Vancouver Island for a bit, but that would have to wait until next time.
The border guard grilled us a little more than usual. Something about our free spirited demeanour did not sit well with him. Hearing how long we intend to travel for, the border guard asked me if I have a job. And how did I get that much time off. Prioritizing, that’s how. The forklift operator at AC Cargo was saying how he will do something like this when he retires, because he will have all the time in the world then. Makes me cringe. Some things I do have all the time in the world for: like fixing software bugs. Those things, yes, there is no rush to do. I might get to do that some time this year. If I’m bored.
We decided to get some supplies. The ride to Walmart in Bellingham was uneventful, visit to it – overwhelming. A wonderful place where you can buy denaturated alcohol, chain lube, prepaid SIM cards, and milk all in one place. But if you’re doing it for the first time, you’re gonna need a whole team of assistants to figure it out. Which I did. Thanks guys.
Enjoyed some tasty food at Brandywine Kitchen in Bellingham and thanks to their wifi we installed our sim cards