Part 5 – Salt Creek Recreation Area, Port Angeles, WA
Wednesday, September 25, 2024 – Salt Creek Recreation Area, Port Angeles, WA – site 32
Well, rain was forecasted, and rain it was. What a lovely way to hitch up a trailer and set off on yet another day of traveling from point A to point B. In this case, Vancouver Island, BC to Port Angeles, WA via the Black Ball ferry. So, having to be out of camp by 11:00 am, meant that we would be in line at the Black Ball ferry dock at around noon for the 3:00 pm sailing. But what were we to do in Victoria towing a trailer. There are no parking garages for truck and trailer, nor any areas where trailers are welcome. So, thinking we might just be turned away and asked to move on down the road when we approached the ticket booth for the ferry because we were so early, we were greeted with open arms and told to just get in line. So, once parked, we moved into our trailer, had a nice lunch, and waited patiently for 1:30 pm when the border patrol would come through and check our passports. While we waited, we took a few pictures.
View across the harbour. (And yes, I spelled harbour correctly. We are still in Canada thank you very much!)
Cute little water taxi.
The “Empress” herself.
Cars disembarking from the Black Ball ferry. Notice that they are coming out of the side of the vessel, not the end. This should be fun boarding with a truck and trailer. Not!
Then another hour before we drove onto the ferry.
Then upstairs to sit in comfort while our ship crossed the Straights of Juan de Fuca. Luckily it was calm sailing. But even then, the boat was rocking side to side more than some of the passengers appreciated. Had it not been raining I would have been out on the bow of the ship doing my Kate Winslet impersonation because I love the ups and downs of riding the waves. But I restrained myself and sat inside reading my current book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. Which BTW, I am enjoying immensely.
Not an easy read because it deals with poverty. And how rough it was for immigrants in the early 1900’s. But the writing is beautiful, and the story portrays how resilient folks had to be to survive at the very lowest level of educational or work opportunities, or class and nationality distinctions. The book is truly a classic in every regard. I highly recommend you add it to your list of “must read” books.
After leaving the boat we had to go through US Customs. We were prepared with a detailed list of how much liquor we were bringing into the country, how many semi-automatic weapons we were smuggling into Washington, and of course, how many citrus fruits we were bringing into the US from the rich and plentiful tropical citrus groves all over Canada. And the only questions our nice border guard asked us was if we purchased anything in Canada (yes, a wooden sculpture) and did we have any fruit or veggies, (yes, part of an onion, some carrots, and pea pods). (What we forgot to report was the garlic we had purchased on Salt Spring Island. Had it been found; I may have had to write this report while awaiting deportation. Sometimes luck favors the well prepared. And in this case, it proved true.)
No mention whatsoever about drugs, guns, or live animals. Of course, we didn’t have any illegal drugs, guns of any sort, or live animals (except for a possible spider, mosquito, or common house fly trying to immigrate to a warmer climate). But all that effort on our part gone to waste.
Anyway, out of Port Angeles and on west to the Salt Creek Recreation area and our new home for 3 nights.
After unhitching and getting set up, it was way past happy hour. So, after safe arrival libations, we had dinner and a fine evening of reading and an early to bed. Nice to be home in the beautiful state of Washington. We are livin’ the good life, that’s all I have to say!
Thursday, September 26, 2024 – Salt Creek Recreation Area
Well, what to do when it’s mighty cloudy and there is rain in the forecast? Hey, why not drive up to Hurricane Ridge? Actually, that was not our first thought. Before starting out, we had decided to head into Port Angeles (PA) and visit the Fine Arts Center. But as we were driving towards PA, we could see the tops of the nearby Olympic Mountains. So, being the grand adventurers that we are, we took a chance and headed up into the Olympic Nation Park. After all, Hurricane Ridge was only 17 miles from the outskirts of Port Angeles. So, we weren’t investing too much time if all that happened was a nasty old cloud bank completely obliterating Mount Olympus.
But as luck would have it, we had lovely vistas all the way to the viewpoint that looked out at Mt. Olympus and it’s few remaining glaciers.
Eastward view from the ridge.
Gone was the day lodge (visitor’s center) that burned down on May 7, 2023. In its place was a nice his and hers portable washroom. Which for some of us in our golden years, is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow!
But what fun to actually see the namesake of the “real” Mount Olympus that we had visited on last year’s adventure to Greece.
So, a few facts about Mount Olympus – Washington State and Mount Olympus – Greece:
Washington State: Mount Olympus is the tallest mountain on the peninsula, stretching 7,980 feet into the sky. It is also the most glaciated peak in the Olympics. The mountain is not directly accessible by car but can be seen from afar on a clear day from sites such as Hurricane Ridge.
Greece: Mount Olympus is part of an extensive massif (a compact group of mountains, especially one that is separate from other groups) which consists of 52 peaks and deep gorges. The highest peak being 9,570 feet above sea level. And even at that altitude, it only receives a slight dusting of snow in the winter. And unlike Washington’s Mount Olympus, you can drive or walk along the very base of this incredible massif which appears to just rise directly out of the sea.
So, after taking pictures of our Mt. Olympus and availing ourselves of the facilities, we headed back to PA to find some lunch. Having no idea where to eat, we ended up at a nice pub/café calling itself Moby Duck. The fish was fresh and plentiful, and the beer was great.
After lunch we decided to take, as much as possible, local coastal roads back to camp. We hit a few dead ends, but then that was just part of the fun. Finally, we found our way back to camp at about 3:30 pm just in time for the heavens to open.
But safely tucked away in our cozy, warm trailer, we read, wrote, and generally stayed dry.
After a nice dinner of chili (made at home before we left) which was absolutely perfect for a rainy, cold evening, we read for a while until it was time for bed. I feel like this whole trip has been about catching up on sleep. We stay very busy at home. But on our trailer trips, we become lazy. And that is exactly what we need to recharge our batteries.
Friday, September 27, 2024 – Salt Creek Recreation Area
Woke to sun gallantly trying to find its way through the clouds. And by golly, it finally won. And because it definitely is Fall, the leaves are turning color. I just loved this tree with its leaf tips giving way to the inevitable.
After a late breakfast, we decided to go into town (the town being Port Angeles) and visit the Port Angeles Fine Arts Center. Their current exhibit being – Sparks of Connection- In Celebration of Fem Fabrication. According to the center’s website “The featured artist, Heather Dawn Sparks, uses her metal fabrication expertise to create intentional space for other fem fabricators to learn the craft. As an artist she uses metal as a primary foundation for her art and she interweaves paper cutout design, creating a beautiful balance between soft and hard form as she explores the interplay between light and shadow. Exhibiting alongside her to delve into the sparks of connection made through creative collaboration will be emerging and seasoned regional metal artists.”
These were huge spiders. Floor to ceiling.
What nice legs you have my dear!
Not a great picture of the metal piece, but it gives you an idea of the layout of the building.
Another beautiful piece of metal art.
Along with the fine arts center there was a fun outside sculpture park.
Now, that’s my kind of fence!
We walked the whole 5 acres and didn’t get lost. (That would have been impossible because the path was very well laid out.) But still, we made it through without having to ask for directions. Some of what we saw.
Then we headed back to camp for lunch and for Andy to go for a walk up Striped Peak.
And after that, for both of us to read (or nap) outside in the afternoon sun.
After sitting in the sun until I nearly froze to death, I climbed back in the trailer to read until once again it was time to drive into Port Angeles. This time to have dinner at the 929 Woodfire Grill.
We loved the metal sculpture outside the restaurant. This picture is for our dear friend Cindy who absolutely adores giraffes. But then again, who doesn’t?
The restaurant served good food, but no cocktails. And they were out of the beer I like. Oh well, that was OK because we were seated outside under umbrellas. At least there was a propane fire nearby. But still, it was chilly. Enough so that we didn’t even look at the dessert menu. And usually, I like to at least look at the dessert menu because you never know if something new and exciting might be listed. Doesn’t happen often, but it could!
Then back to camp for our last night on the road.
This has been a very pleasant three weeks. Only 5 different campsites, so we really got to know each of the areas we were visiting.
But I’m looking forward to being home. We both miss our kitties and all the conveniences only a real home can provide. But we also know that our hectic pace is waiting not so patiently for our return. Gigs, and doctor’s appointments, and home concerts, and the holidays just around the corner. But fall is also an exciting time of year. Leaves drop, flowers fade, and there is never enough daylight to suit either one of us. But it’s also the time of year for soup and homemade bread, pot roasts, meat pies, and all the other comfort foods that entice us to stay home and stay warm. And just hunker in. We are so lucky. So, yes, I am ready to go home.
Saturday, September 28, 2024 – Camano Island
It’s always sad when a trip comes to an end, even though I am more than excited to be going home. But for me, going home has always meant warmth, family, and a safe and comfortable place to get away from the world. Oh, that everyone was as lucky.
And it really came to mind the difference in how people are looking at the upcoming election from totally different perspectives.
On our way out of Port Angeles, I noticed that more cars were coming into town as opposed to heading east out of town. Then I noticed that some of the vehicles, especially the trucks, were flying American flags and Trump banners. What we were seeing was a rolling, albeit seemingly peaceful, rally of Trump supporters. And it made me very sad.
Note: You may want to skip the next few paragraphs because I feel driven to write about the upcoming election, and it may not be what you want to read.
I don’t care that Trump is a republican. If he were a democrat, I would still hold him in disdain. This election should not be about standing by your party. It should be about good versus evil. And for goodness’ sake, if anyone thinks that if a democrat gets elected, taxes will automatically go up, gun ownership will be eliminated, immigrants would be free to pour into our country and take all the good jobs, and the economy would only get worse. If you truly believe that, because you have been spoon-fed information from a biased, unreliable news source, then you need to set aside some time to search out unbiased information for yourself. Because, in fact, the economy is doing very well. And besides, nothing of real value is getting done because the house and senate can’t even agree that Tuesday comes after Monday. And that wouldn’t change overnight no matter if a democrat got into office. We as a country are at a stale mate regardless of who wins!
But if Harris were elected, as a nation we would have a person who actually cares what happens to America and the rest of the world from an intelligent, educated, concerned perspective. And she would have a great staff to support her and help her lead our government so that every citizen benefited.
And the bully who once gave high governmental offices to his unqualified buddies and then got rid of them when they dared to have a different opinion, would no longer have the opportunity to hurt our nation. And maybe institutions like FEMA, federal aid for disasters, Obamacare, social security, and other benefits badly needed by many American citizens might stay in place. Or even get better!
So, please don’t think “I must go along with the party line”. Think, I need to vote for the person who will do the best job of running our democratic country so that it will stay a country of the people and for the people.
Note: OK, I’m done talking politics. Back to traveling.
We had left plenty of time to reach Port Townsend for our 2:00 pm sailing to Coupeville so we had lunch at a small Mexican restaurant before getting in line. With full tummies we got in line, and after boarding had an uneventful crossing.
In line to board the ferry.
After dispensing with ferry travel for the foreseeable future, we disembarked the vessel and enjoyed an easy and well-known drive to our trailer storage facility.
We cleared the trailer of essentials – perishables, our pillows, toiletries and pills, computers, books, and a clean pair of underwear each. The rest we left for the next couple of days because basically we were pooped. Plus, we just wanted to honker down with our kitties Max and Miles. And of course, an early to bed since Andy had a gig the next day.
All in all, a peaceful, lazy, delightful fall trip.
Thank you for coming along with us on our latest adventure.
And as always, peace and love to all.