Finally, we made it to Bigfoot’s lair, Olympic National Park. It was easy to understand how this notorious giant had hidden all these years within the dense forest and behind the hanging moss. It was beautiful, and mysterious within the dripping, spongy, emerald forest.
We traveled through the inland, up from Seattle, passing through Port Angeles by the sea, then headed into the national park from there. Driving through the mountains, we headed toward Hurricane Ridge, buried a little deeper in the park.
Standing on the edge of a mountain near the Ridge, we looked out into the bay, where we could faintly see Vancouver Island through the haze. We had just spent this past spring break on Vancouver Island, in Parksville, and wished we had time to travel back on this trip. Although, Olympic was extremely reminiscent of our time spent on Vancouver Island, and the days spent trekking through the lush Cathedral Grove. Both temperate rainforests, the land is thick with tall cedars draped in cobwebs of lichen and moss. Ferns are scattered underneath the canopy of needles, growing on top of the fallen giants. These fallen giants, the older trees that have since crashed, provide a great source of nutrients for the younger trees and ferns sprouting up.
We had to travel further into the forest, all the way to the Hoh Rainforest, to see the true brilliance of these brightly colored young trees growing out of the saturated moss. Walking through the Hall of Mosses, it was difficult to capture all of its beauty on film. The colors were surreal, bright, vibrant, and out of this world.
Leaving the Hoh Rainforest, we traveled further south, toward the coast, setting out to see the sunset at Ruby Beach.
The coast was filled with trees, and various other souvenirs, washed ashore from Japan.
Climbing over the washed up logs, we passed through the obstacle course to
make it to shore.
Upon our arrival, we were greeted by millions of smoothly round stones, and the icy chill of the pacific waters.
We had made it from the Atlantic, all the way to the Pacific Coast. How many people can actually say they have driven from coast to coast, and actually took the time to experience our beautiful country outside of their comfort zone? Not many.
We couldn’t have been more proud of ourselves, and couldn’t have arrived at Ruby Beach at a more perfect time, as the sun was setting in the west. Watching the colors change from bright blue to streaky pink; they were now a blood orange color that fade into the dark blue backdrop. The ruby sun set, and the colors faded to black.