The Twilight series may have brought some
unwanted fame to the Olympic Peninsula, but the more legitimate and far less
fantastical reason this area is so incredible is because of its amazing
variance in landscapes.
We started our tour of the park at Hurricane Ridge, a region which boasts several mountains over 6,000
feet and a host of huge white glaciers clinging to mountain cliffs. We saw lots
of deer in the alpine heights along with a big fat yellow and white spotted
that scared the bejeesus out of Ryan when he let out a loud warning whistle
with Ryan a few feet away. Man those animals can be loud.
| Marmots scare Ryan |
| Well hello there |
We camped at the
Heart o’ the Hills campground, 12 miles below the crest of hurricane ridge,
which offered an exhilarating bike ride downhill to the campsite (we switched off
halfway). We even managed to get ourselves out of our sleeping bags for the
sunrise over the bay and mountain tops.
After breakfast in the
mountains, it was lunch by the ocean with the waves booming over the surf and
fog rolling between sea stacks. We walked up the beach about a mile and half,
skipping stones and chasing waves. A bald eagle stood sentinel over the Hole in
the Wall, an aptly named cliff barraged with waves and eroding into an arch.
Sea urchins clung to the tide pools inside, with little hermit crabs scurrying
among the sea kelp. We were in the mountains this morning looking at glaciers?
Weird.
Now obtaining that
picture was quite the ordeal because 1. I had previously broken my second
tripod of the trip and was trying to balance my camera on a stick to help with
stability and 2. because of what Ryan managed to spot among the ferns. He was
behind me and let out this sort of muffled gasp. Turning, I asked what was
wrong. “Nothing, but it’s best if we keep walking.” The hair on the back of my
neck stood up and I felt my eyes grow wide. It wasn’t vampires or werewolves I
feared, it was something far worse. Of course the little trail we were
following only led to a lookout point of the falls, and not back to the main
trail, which meant we had to go back the way we came. I know it’s bad when Ryan’s
keeping as far to one side of the trail as he can and stepping with very
deliberate, careful motions. I decided I wanted to know where it was rather
than accidentally run into it or something, but in this case, ignorance would
have been bliss.
Luckily no other
spider encounters occurred, and we enjoyed a relaxing night on a gravel bar with
a nice fire (Ryan’s first successful blaze in Washington) and stars looking
down. Ryan even got some fly fishing in, and the sky was clear enough we
ventured to take a risk and sleep with the rain fly off. We could even see the
milky way faintly outlined in the sky.
Overall, we decided
that while the area is (unfortunately) now known for old red pickup trucks,
vampire danger “high,” signs and other Twilight
references, we felt The Twilight Zone was
a more appropriate pop culture reference. Where else can you go from mountain
to sea to rainforest in a day? No where else, but in a fifth dimension beyond
that which is known to man…

Thank you for NOT including a picture of the demon spider.
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