Road trip snapshots, Chapter IV: Olympic Peninsula

From Ucluelet we went back to Victoria, where Anton had to hop on the Victoria Clipper back to Seattle to make his flight home to Sweden. The rest of us took another ferry to Port Angeles, located at the north end of the Olympic Peninsula, and drove east to Sequim, the ”Lavender Capital of North America”. What we did there? Guess.

After Sequim we had an eventful day starting with a visit to the fantastic Hurricane Ridge: a mountain area with completely mind-blowing views of the Olympic National Park, Port Angeles, the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and even Vancouver Island. Also: snow. Not much, but nonetheless: snow. (And some pretty flowers, of course.)

Leaving the mountains, dad wanted to take a quick peek at the Elwha River Restoration and mum and I obliged. It was awesome: I looked at a dam that was no longer a dam. Had an apple. Probably yawned a lot. Dad was happy. All good.

Next stop was Lake Crescent. We were staying at the adorable Lake Crescent Lodge, but before checking in we took a small detour to the north end of the lake to check out the Devil's Punchbowl, a popular swimming and diving area. Everything about this lake was marvellous; the eerily turquoise,  crystal clear water, the surrounding mountains, the wonderful old-timey lodge. Dad and I went for a swim in the evening sun before dinner, and I kept thinking that this was heaven.

If I don't go back to this place I will regret it forever.