Monday, the 19th, Joan's and my wedding anniversary, we woke to the magic of early morning Crescent Lake. The sky was clear, with just a bit of fog in the valleys. Lazy, hearty breakfast at the Lodge, immersed in the peace of the lakefront.
|Moments of Time Trail|
At noon we left for Port Angeles and the road to Hurricane Ridge. In Port Angeles, we could see the Olympic Mountains and the bright snow.
Joan and I were at Hurricane Ridge last year when it was equally clear, but there was less haze down on the Straits of Juan de Fuca. We did the Hurricane Hill trail last year (huff, puff), but this year confined ourselves to the trails around the visitors center.
|View from Ediz Hook|