Lindsay and I started off on an Olympic Penninsula adventure at 6am on Saturday. We hit up Diva Espresso on the way to the Edmonds/Kingston ferry. There was this dude working there who was MEGA chipper which was kinda weird but not too annoying. Made it to the 7:10 ferry, parked the car, and headed to the 'ferry food court'. Despite my recent gut probelems, I managed to slip and get a soft pretzel w/nacho cheese and a diet Monster energy drink. Good breakfast. Anyway, we got to Port Angeles (PA) in time to hit my favorite Goodwill just as they were opening. I got two sweet new shirts. Lindsay likes Candlebox, a lot. From PA we headed 17 miles south to Hurricane Ridge. This was the first time I've been to Hurrincane Ridge and HOLY CRAP, that place is purrdy. There was still a bunch of snow up at the visitor's center and some dudes were hiking up and snowboarding down. We attempted to do a hike that Lindsay read in one of her hippie books. Problem was the 6 mile road to the trailhead was still covered in snow, so we decided to hike the road instead. Early on I managed to break one of my REI hiking poles and got kinda pissy about it but we treked on. It turned out to be a pretty rad hike along a ridgeline and we didn't see another soul. The weather was pretty nice and I decided to try and get some sun without putting on sunscreen. Well, let's just say i've been peeling dead skin off the last couple days and i've got a sweet backpack strap tan. Anyways, we hiked out a ways, made some coffee, enjoyed the views, and headed back.
Drove back to PA and headed out toward the coast to find a place to camp. On our way west, we stopped at the Hungry Bear restaraunt for dinner. Pounded some Rainer beers and Alaskan Ambers with our greasy burgers (this place serves a 1lb. burger called the hungry bear but we didn't step to that this time). The food was ok and we were ready to get the check and bounce when the old lady waitress asked us if we were intersted in some homemade pie. Lindsay immediately said 'no' but i was interested and inquired what kinds of pies that had. The waitress rattled off about 5 different kinds before she got to the one i'd been waiting to hear "Cherry!" So hells yeah, i ordered a slice ala mode and began to build a fortress out of empty beer bottles and water glasses to protect my slice forthcoming pie from potential fork attacks by Lindsay. When the pie arrived at our table, let's just say the waitress, who turned out to own the place, was less than impressed with my anti-pie sharing beer fortress and threatended to turn me in to her husband (who was sitting at the table next to us) for not sharing. Damn. I don't know if it was the sunburn, alcohol, or what, but man the pie was good. From the Hungry Bear we headed west to La Push, a little town on the coast. I think i promised not to tell about this but hot rod lindsay managed to get pulled over about a second after entering the town. Don't worry though, the southern charm got her off with just a warning. After being spooked by the Law, she was nervous about camping on the beach for fears that her car would be recognized by the cops so we went to some pay camp spot on 'Mora?' beach, i think.
Woke up the next morning and checked out second beach at La Push. Tide was low and there wasn't any swell, so no surfing to be had there. Walked the beach for a ways and decidedt to bail on our original plan of going to Westport to surf. Got some pizza in Forks and started to backtrack to Seattle.
Pictures!
Crappy breakfast
Hurricane Ridge
Pie!
Linsay put me in tree jail for constantly making fun of hippies. Side mirror photo taken while screaming by Crescent Lake (this is the 4th attempt to take a decent pic).
La Push and death logs.
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