It’s been a fun few days in Seattle, very different from what we’ve become accustomed to and almost a holiday within a holiday, but this morning we headed away from the city towards the remote Olympic Peninsula.
As Friday was the Blue Angel’s second practice day before this weekend's event, the floating bridges were to be closed for some of the day and I didn’t feel confident driving the RV into the city for the Bainbridge Ferry, we decided to take another route to Port Angeles.
18 south to Auburn took way less time than I expected and it was easy to follow the road to i5, Tacoma and then north on 16. After one (unfortunate) detour in Bremerton, we crossed the bridge onto 101 and the Olympic Peninsula, following it west to Port Angeles.
We were ahead of schedule and the sun was shining so we decided to head to the unmissable Hurricane Ridge. Slipping the (pretty) Ranger my annual National Parks Pass, we snaked up the eighteen mile trail to the summit and unable to resist swearing a surprised “
fucking hell!” at the incredible view, parked the RV in the already largely deserted car park.
From Hurricane Ridge, we had an amazing view of the snow-capped mountains all around and the wild deer that graze the meadows.
While everyone else made a start on the hike to the summit and the promised views out towards Canada, I chose to make coffee and take a nap, but before too long (and with the camera battery dead) we were all back in the RV with the intention to come back tomorrow (update: that wasn’t to be).
Going up to the ridge was more fun than coming down the steep slope, so I slipped the RV into second gear and used engine-breaking all the way back to the bottom and after asking the (prettier) Ranger for directions we made the short drive to the next two night's stop at Elwha Dam RV Park.
Pulling into the office, I paid the lady with a Sarah Palin calendar for two nights and before we had reached our spot in number five, Alex had found the wifi network. Connected at last. Although slower than second gear, it feels good to catch up on email and the few days of missing posts on this site.
|Route||i90, 18, i5, 16, 3, 104, 101, 112|
|Campground||Elwha Dam RV Park|
|Tune of the day||American Saturday Night by Brad Paisley|
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More recent sightings
We planned for an early start. The alarm clock buzzed at 6:30am, but needless to say I didn’t get up until 7:00am. A quick coffee, slice of bread and jam and a splash in the kitchen sink (the RV’s bathroom tap has given up for good) and we were on the road for our 322 mile dash to Idaho.
One of the nicest aspects of a road trip in a motorhome is that when you feel like changing your itinerary, you can. And that’s exactly what we did today.
A Looking For Yogi video from Forks, Washington.
For the first time on this trip, we woke up to rain bouncing off the roof of the RV as yesterday’s sunshine had given way to thick Washington cloud.