Olympic peninsula vacation, part three.
Once we nabbed our Delayne from the Coho, we hopped on 101 west to curve and twist and wind around the lovely, sparkly Lake Crescent on our way to Fairholm Campground.
Fairholm is a gorgeous, large campground and we lucked out on a spot not far from the lakeside that just fit our humonguous tent palace. Hurray for tall trees, chortling ravens, campfires, wading, cookin’ over campstoves, giggly tent mornings…
We hiked up to Marymere falls, where Delayne played Fallsmonkey.
(photo by Rita)
Sam collapsed dramatically at the top, almost missing the sight of the falls itself in his grand display of exhaustion. Downhill is always reinvigorating though and we found a wonderful wandering stream to follow as we got lost on the way back to the car.
D built an exquisitely balanced, pretty rock stack by the stream side whilst Sam and Rita skipped stones and I dreamily clambered about on the many wondrous logs piled topsy turvy over the river.
The next day the ocean beaches were calling us, so we piled in the car and followed a road that kept getting narrower and narrower, but did eventually bring us to the promised coastline and a perfectly marvelous beach.
We spent the whole day there exploring it’s bumpy cliffs, tidepools, amazing islets, driftwood fortresses and kelp whiptastic beaches.
Delayne showed Sam how to build sand pancake arches and drip trees, Rita made an awesomely spikey fort,
and I created a sleeping Sea witch.
Arrr, it were a grand day!
My full set of flickr’d pics live here and Rita’s(I must confess I stoled some), here.
July 18th, 2008 at 5:34 am
That’s ok, I stole some of your pictures off your flicker. Nicely blogged!
July 18th, 2008 at 5:37 am
Yay-love and honor among thieves.