Traditionally C.'s family spends Thanksgiving on his aunt's farm in the foothills of Northern Oregon. Since driving is such a bug-bear anyway, we decided to have a little extended holiday on the way down there. On Sunday we headed to one of our favorite places: the rainy coastline and lush forests that are the Olympic Peninsula.
Our first stop was the town of Forks, WA, the setting for a certain book and film franchise about vampires, and in very obvious subtext, chastity. While the most of the rainiest town in the Union is (understandably so) cashing in on the phenomenon, one motel voiced its dissent. We felt the need to support them in their solitary quest to save their town from teenage vampires. (C. tries to summon sullen vampire look. Fails.)
In Forks we also made our biggest purchase and splurge, which is in fact, an advance Christmas present: A pair of xtratuf wellingtons for me. Hands down one of the best, most useful presents ever! They certainly came in handy (footy?) on this trip.
For the first two nights we camped in Kalaloch, a little ways past the magnificent Hoh rain forest. The first night the weather was uncannily dry, even warm. The moon was out in half and we took a stroll in the low tide, carrying out red storm lantern and looking for little washed out treasures. It was pretty darn romantic.
After that it rained for two days straight though, and everything we owned got thoroughly soggy, not that it mattered. On our way down the coast we stopped in Quinolt, where I swear I kept looking at "land for sale signs". In the middle of nowhere on the foothills of the most beautiful mountains where it rains enough to keep away Californian retirees, and Seattle yuppees, might just be a perfect place for a little hippie compound. (Not really. I love my Island too much.)
They also have 6 of the world's tallest trees of their particular kind within like a 5 mile radius. This one's a spruce.
Winter is an awesome time to visit the Peninsula, because there are no other people around. The crowds come in the summer, hoping for less rain, even though rain is what makes this place so magical. It was lucky for us however, that the previous weeks windstorms had subsided. On our hike in Quinoult we saw a trail crew cutting trough huge fallen trees that had fallen onto the path.