I love lighthouses, well, I enjoy visiting them, I doubt I’d survive living in one for more than a day. Near point Destruction we visited North Head lighthouse.
We had an unusual bright sunny day.
This time we skipped the paid tour, I already know about Fresnel lights and how they changed the industry. Of course, these days, lighthouses are a reminder of an older time, before GPS and up to date weather and terrain forecasts.
We then drove through the towns of Cosmopolis and Aberdeen. No I didn’t take any pictures, it was rather depressing. Clearly their heyday was long ago. Once again, along the main street of Cosmopolis I saw lovely old commercial buildings from the early 20th C. But trade and business have moved elsewhere. There was even less to see in Aberdeen. The Western coast of the Olympic peninsula is empty and desolate. A few towns along Grey’s Harbor, then large portions of the Olympic National Forrest and Indian reservations. This area receives 12 feet of rain a year! We happened to drive through on a sunny day but we did stop to take a walk in the rain forrest.
The soil up here must be much more acidic than what we have in CA. No matter how much acid I add to my hydrangeas, they are never this blue.
I love a good camera, I’m learning the ropes and I even managed to capture this butterfly.
Mushroom like growth and ferns.
We stopped at a few of the beaches but were too lazy to hike down, or should I say, we were concerned about climbing back up.
Love the rugged coast line.
Other people have more stamina than we did.
We drove close to 200 miles and by the time we arrived at our motel in Forks we were ready to stop and rest. No pictures, I haven’t read or seen the Twilight series so had no idea how important this town is. To me, it was the only place that had a motel for the night. Good thing I booked ahead of time, the ‘town’ was completely booked up, some bikers who hadn’t made any plans were turned away and had to go back to Port Angeles for lodging.
The motel was clean and comfortable, the food was awful. So the next morning we got up early and drove the 70 miles to Port Angeles for a nice crepe breakfast with good coffee.
A park and mural in Port Angeles. Not as sad as Forks, there is a ferry that leaves often for Victoria BC, just half an hour away. So they do get some business coming through.
Putting Joel into a mural
Once again, we didn’t go down to the beach but enjoyed seeing the early morning fog make it’s retreat from the coastline.
Old spinning wheel at Sequim’s farmer’s market. Yes, the woman is spinning, this old beauty isn’t only for show.
Sequim is lovely, the geography is such that they get a lot more sunshine than most of Western WA. Therefore a lot of people retire here and enjoy a great standard of living. It really is an adorable town, with lovely rolling hills around it. We visited the local Saturday’s farmers market, enjoyed some cute shops (including a quilt store) and spoke to people who just raved about their town.
From there, onto Port Townsend.
Leah