Waking up to the neighbor singing Nirvana “Come as you are, as you were…” is a particular joy for me. Not only do I enjoy the music, but it conjures images of angsty teenage Kurt Cobain growing up in Aberdeen, Washington, which brings to mind a trip with Brian passing through Aberdeen.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015, Brian and I woke up at our bed and breakfast in Forks, Washington, situated between Olympic National Forest and the Quileute Indian Reservation, which has embraced being the fictional location of the Twilight series, complete with a vampire threat level sign at the entrance. The day before we had a glorious hike in the Hoh Rainforest. On the edge of tourist season, the rain was sufficient to keep out most tourists, but light enough that hiking felt other-worldly, walking amidst the ancient moss covered trees and bright green giant ferns glistening with raindrops. We awoke to another delicious breakfast from our host, a retired HomeEc teacher (I can imagine her as a HomeEc teacher, instructing students on cooking, sewing, and being good homemakers). She had graciously dried our wet gear from the day before, so we set out in dry jackets to get them wet again. We packed the cooler for lunch and headed south, toward home having completed our loop around the Olympic Peninsula. I had made us a reservation to stay in a yurt at a state park about 30 minutes south of Aberdeen, Washington. We had planned to stop and hike again, but not long into the drive, we realized how lucky we had been with the rain in prior days, because today it beat down something fierce. We decided not to hike and Brian kept driving south, focusing all of his attention on the road, because it was almost hard to see. Progress was slow but steady.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015, Brian and I woke up at our bed and breakfast in Forks, Washington, situated between Olympic National Forest and the Quileute Indian Reservation, which has embraced being the fictional location of the Twilight series, complete with a vampire threat level sign at the entrance. The day before we had a glorious hike in the Hoh Rainforest. On the edge of tourist season, the rain was sufficient to keep out most tourists, but light enough that hiking felt other-worldly, walking amidst the ancient moss covered trees and bright green giant ferns glistening with raindrops. We awoke to another delicious breakfast from our host, a retired HomeEc teacher (I can imagine her as a HomeEc teacher, instructing students on cooking, sewing, and being good homemakers). She had graciously dried our wet gear from the day before, so we set out in dry jackets to get them wet again. We packed the cooler for lunch and headed south, toward home having completed our loop around the Olympic Peninsula. I had made us a reservation to stay in a yurt at a state park about 30 minutes south of Aberdeen, Washington. We had planned to stop and hike again, but not long into the drive, we realized how lucky we had been with the rain in prior days, because today it beat down something fierce. We decided not to hike and Brian kept driving south, focusing all of his attention on the road, because it was almost hard to see. Progress was slow but steady.
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