Olympic National Park
Olympic isn’t a national park. It’s four of them.
A coast line runs up the western side of the peninsula. Old growth trees reach up from the south. In the middle, a rain forest grows 4000 miles away from where you’d expect it. And towering above it all is the snowy peak of Mount Olympus.
It’s a National Park Epcot, and my weekend exploring each world wasn’t nearly enough time.
I had oysters among the bald eagles on the Bay of Fundy. I rode up heartbreak ridge and gawked at Olympus in front of me, and Rainer way in the distance behind me.
It was a magical place that seemed impossibly big for a peninsula so small. And to be right on Seattle’s doorstep, it’s a playground to behold, for sure.
The first mile
I do love this photo
Where the deer and the salmon all play
Hurricane Ridge
The forest and the trees
I will always stop for a fresh oyster
Wrong turn
Riding through the rain forest
The mountains of Olympic
Shining through
Walking the path
This way is up
Walking the plank
Time to go home
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