Here's the five of us with our boards on the beach. It was freezing cold and the waves were bad but the thought that all five of us were supposed to be at work made it all worth it. Okay, there are going to be tons of pictures here because Emily's such an excellent photographer. We should have gotten images of the creepy seals that silently gaze at you with their huge black orbs.
Whitney, Suzy, and I are in the back of Emily's 4-runner ready to change into something more comfortable than wet, salty neoprene.
Jonny and Emily are in the front ready to do the same.
Since the surf shop owner did want us salting up his store, we had to make our way to a camp ground and buy shower tokens. We spent about an hour trying to dry some of our stuff on the automatic hand driers in the bathroom there. Stopping to take a shower was the best idea we had because being salty for the next 36 hours would have been horrible.
It was absolutely pouring rain the entire time . . . and although we packed food for the entire trip, none of it turned out because of the weather. Well, actually we were a little lazy-ish for lunch and stopped in Amanda Park for lunch/dinner. The waitress commented on what a big change moving from Los Angeles to Amanda Park was. Duh! AP is in the middle of NOWHERE!!!
We had to stop at the Forks Timber Museum. Here is us with the giant saw and then Jonny being ordained a lumberjack by the chief himself.
Driving up the west side of the peninsula past Forks brought us to Lake Ozette. We found a campground and set up a tent. We had prepped tin foil dinners for our little camping escapade but completely abandoned that idea. Trying to get a fire started in all that rain was a joke and the tent that I had purchased to use as a canopy didn't come with the supposedly included rope. So, we ditched the fire, backed the 4-runner up against the tent, tied the tent to the top of the car, through it over the tent, and scrambled inside. Five in a four man tent makes for a warm and cozy night. Whitney read us ghost stories and I have to say that those drawings in that book were horrible . . . I remembered them from when I was 7.
The next morning, we basically ate several pounds of bacon, some fruit, and some bread smeared with butter. Maybe not the breakfast of champions, but definitely delish. Here's four of us getting ready for our 9 mile hike along the beach and boardwalks.
The boardwalks are what make this hike so cool. It takes you in and among the rainforest, and then out onto the beach with beautiful seastacks and rocks. The sand was hard going for a while, but definitely fun. The best was the little saltwater crabs . . . we may have pestered them with rocks for a while. I'm sure they were enjoying the attention. We also saw deer and petroglyphs from the Makah tribes.
As we approached the exit point on the north end of the beach, it started dumping rain again. We would have complained . . . but uh, we were in the rainforest. What did we expect? Here we have the world record though for longest game of "name famous people by matching last name initial to first name initial of next person". Okay, so I don't know what that game is actually called, but I think we played it for almost two hours.
After our lovely romp through the countryside, we drove back to Kingston to catch the ferry to Seattle. We were all pretty much exhausted and very much done with the constantly wet trip by this point, but look, we're still smiling right? Right?
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