Finishing up here in Aberdeen

Not a bad weekend.   Finished up my last day in prison and walked out a free man.  I didn't even have to crawl through a sewer system or anything.  We had the weekend with no real plans other than heading up to south Canada on Monday.  Sure, there are things we need to do to get ready, but it really hasn't been that long since we last traveled and we aren't going very far.  So we decided to do a couple more things before we left.

Ocean Shores was having a razor clam festival.  Sounds good, we're in.

We aren't big clam-ivores and don't know the first thing about how to hunt or gather or catch them, whatever you are supposed to do.  We do know what to do on a beach though.

Park...that's what you do on a beach.

Pretty day.  I'm going to have fun with this reflection thing.

Sarah searched out someone who looked like they knew what they were doing and asked them about digging for clams.  Turns out you look for indentations and air hole looking things in the sand and then dig down and get the clam. You can use a shovel or one of these special made clam digging tubes that you drive into the sand.  It pulls up a core that contains the clam if you aimed it right.

Yeah, they looked like they knew what they were doing.

Or they could know nothing...I wouldn't know.

We didn't know exactly where the festival part was being held, but we're at the beach.  Let's frolic!

Our fearless frolickers

Of course, when you mix young boys and ocean surf, there is bound to be some mess.

Gravity gets us all eventually.

Clean and relatively dry.

Take one exuberant child

Add an audience with a camera

Sprinkle with gravity and water

It turns out that soaking wet and sandy isn't as much fun as it sounds.  That didn't stop us from heading out to the breakwater and letting the kids traipse about the rocks though.  We were just done frolicking for the day.

Then we went home.  And on to the next day.  Our plan was to go to the Hoh rainforest. There is a problem though, I think we already explained it.  It's two hours away and there are tons of distractions along the way.  Not only that, but it seems like the thing to do there is a 17 mile trail leading up to the shoulder of Mt. Olympus.  Sounds awesome, just not right now.  So we decided to head back up to Quinault.  It is a rainforest too and there are tons of trails.  Also, it is only 30 minutes away. 

Yeah, let's do that.

We found a likely looking trail that was not too short and not too long.  It was a rainforest, so of course it was raining.

We set off.

Loop trails are good

Something awesome about the start of a trail

Maxie chillaxin.

Of course, there were mushrooms

Black cup fungus.

Bird's nest fungus.

As we were walking along I spotted this place.

I love this scene.  It has everything.  It has life, death and rebirth.  It shows the function of the forest where everything is in balance.  Something lives, then dies and gives birth to more life.  That which isn't needed isn't used and falls to another.  Trees, fungus, moss, grass, homes for animals, all there.  It is an entire community all by itself.  You don't see the ego.  There is no insecurity here.  It is life and it is beautiful.

Moss covered big leaf maples are cool too.

Waterfalls rock.  Good trail. 

You know it's coming.

BAM, long exposure.  Too bad it was raining

Big trees rock.

Brave little trillium blooming so early

That trail was pretty cool.  But it didn't have enough big trees.  There was that one, of course, but I thought we could do better.  After all, Quinault is the "Valley of the Rainforest Giants"  I needed a tree so big it had its own sign.

Luckily for us...

And it was a short trail too, only about 0.2 miles.  Once we saw it though, I think we wanted it to be longer.

Big trees, sword ferns, rock faces...yeah, that's it.

Our intrepid adventure kids

There is just something magical about rainy, spring, forests in Washington

Sarah noticed the little Hobbit Hole

Who lives there?

Big cedar tree.  How big?

The inside area is bigger than our living room and kitchen

Looking up from inside

Finding my happy place at Hobbit Hole tree

Finished with hiking for the day we drove home.  Along the way I stopped to snap a picture or two of the Lake Quinault area.  It is pretty stinkin' beautiful.  All in all, the west coast of the Olympic peninsula has a lot to offer, even from the little we got to see of it.  We have enjoyed our time here quite a bit.  I hope we return.  But, for now, we head to Bellingham tomorrow.  I hear it is like Tijuana for Canada!