It was rainy on my last day in Washington last week and I found myself in Olympic National Park,
Hurricane Ridge to be specific.
I didn't mind at all that our view was obstructed. When you are at your final destination on a trip, one that you've dreamed of seeing for ages, you're just happy to be there. I'm sure these guys felt the same.
We did see a glacier up close and personal. That counts, right? Because it's October and the ice is still there? Anyone?
This was our view, which didn't showcase the Olympic Mountains at their peak, but I still found it to be pretty spectacular.
It started to clear up as we headed down the mountain.
And just beyond that ridge ... Canada!
We drove around Lake Crescent towards the other side of the park and the other natural treasures in store.
