07 Aug

The Olympic

Home again from a week on the Olympic Peninsula, a refractory paradise where we (or I) fell in love with a beach (Ruby), visited what may be one of the best small museums in the world (Makah in Neah Bay), saw more moss in one place than we’ve ever seen along with spirits trapped in trees and a fairy ring ¬†(Hoh), ambled through the downside of Twilight’s popularity arc (Forks), ¬†ambled up to the center of a terran tiara (Hurricane Ridge) where a mountain goat herd pulled photographers in way too close (5 feet), et up some of the best pizza we’ve ever etten (Gordy’s in Port Angeles), and ended the trip far too soon.

More later. Back now to reconstructing a bathroom and writing more important things.