Our efforts today took us to a scenic Olympic mountain range are known as Hurricane Ridge. So named due to the hurricane force winds which blast over it during winter storms.
Hard to believe that today.
|Idyllic. A recorder plays softly in the background while bluebirds sing.|
Hurricane Ridge is on the Northern edge of the Olympic mountain range. You can see Canada from here. Well, let me show you.
|See, it says you are here right on it!|
Getting there is simply a drive around the peninsula and then a twisty upward mountain road until you reach the visitor's center. Not much effort really. The views are fantastic.
|Don't worry, these are only the views of the views.|
|The actual views are much nicer|
|Ahhh, that's better. The view.|
|I could have stitched them together, but I am lazy that way.|
|Snow...Can't keep a good kid down.|
|Michael acted more casual about the whole thing.|
|Until he built a trail mix snow man|
|And then they were able to play giants of the snow forest.|
The snow was cool, but spring was definitely here. There was a great mix of spring and winter with wildflowers peeking out all over the place.
|Ten cool points to anyone who can identify these.|
|We managed to figure them out using our handy dandy field guide|
Oh yeah, did I mention the deer? They were everywhere and didn't mind people much at all.
|The deer would let us get so close|
|They didn't seem bothered at all|
|I mean they would let us get really close.|