August 20, 2015
Posted on July 17, 2016
A gloomy morning enveloped the Pacific shore. It was damp, grey and surprisingly busy on the beaches along the Oregon coast. The giant boulders rising from the sand and the powerful waves made the ocean feel distant, unassailable. Although quite a few people were walking along the sandy beach, no one dared come too close to the water.
Cannon Beach
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