Port Angeles, WA - 5999 Miles

I felt a little sad leaving Portland after nine days. The Holiday Inn seemed like home. I knew to turn the faucets backwards since, for some unknown reason, they were installed that way. I could set the right shower temperature with a single twist of the knob. No more too hot, too cold, just right, no wait it was just right because someone two floors up flushed the toilet and it's too hot again.

We headed back to the coast, picked up 101 just south of the Columbia River, and crossed it into Washington. Most of the time the road was away from the coast, but I got a few coastal pictures to complete my collection for each state. Though off the coast we basically traveled around the edge of the Olympic Peninsula with the ocean to our left and Olympia National Park to our right. Along the way we stopped on the shore of Lake Crescent before reaching Port Angeles on the northern coast of the peninsula.















We're in Port Angeles for five nights. I greatly prefer the longer stays to the one or even two night stays. I enjoy not feeling obligating to be doing something all the time. This morning we drove to Hurricane Ridge in Olympia National Park. Being the great outdoors man I am, I drove all the way to the end of the road and even went as far as walking on a paved trail to the top of a hill. Beyond that were dirt trails into the trees. I assume bear and deer used these. I don't know what else they would be for. This was our third national park of the trip. That's two more than I had been in the rest of my life.















Tomorrow we break out the passports for a day trip by ferry over to Victoria, BC on Vancouver Island.