Yesterday, Marc, Deb, and I spent the day visiting new and old favorite haunts on the Olympic Pennisula. The first stop was Hurricane Ridge which, somehow, I’d never been to before. We walked up the Hurricane Hill trail. On the way up and back, there were a number of black tailed deer. As a whole, it doesn’t suck:
From there, we made our way to Port Angeles for lunch. After fueling up, we headed to Neah Bay, another place I hadn’t been before. As it turns out it was Makah Days, so it was very lively on the streets. We missed out on the salmon bake but did get to watch the war canoe races and enjoy some time at the beach:
Heading south on 101, we made a stop in Forks for a classic car show. Lots of 60’s muscle cars and a few current model Camaros and Mustangs. Neat, but not quite photo worthy. Continuing south, we stopped at Ruby Beach hoping to see the last of sunset but it was too foggy to see anything but a sliver of color.