Word about Port Angeles is that the best time to go to the top of Hurricane Ridge is in the morning. I made a thermos of tea and Robert and I headed up to the top, 5200 feet. There was a line at the ranger station waiting for the bathroom to open at 10 AM. I was not the only one drinking tea. We walked a trail up a bit and through the trees. If I had brought a map I would have stopped to consult said map often on the way up. Instead, I just stopped to catch my breath, my flatlander lungs are less efficient up at altitude. We could see Mount Olympus off in the distance and wonder about its residents.
I brought along my portraiturist
Eco-layers
Hurricane Ridge with Mount Olympus in the background
Tiny Lupins
Top of the morning to you all
Green as far as the eye can see
A patchwork of colors
A delicate bloom dappled in dew
Straight Conifers
and bent
Regular busses and stretch busses
The fog lay thick in the valley
And us the side of the hill too
Brisk and beautiful
Blue green and mountainous
After I suggested a 10 mile hike, Robert is skeptical of my trail skills
It has been 33 days since we began our Migration.
