Seattle downtown in the distance.

The falls are beautiful and the clouds held off dropping their rain so that we could hike down to the river.

As we walked, we talked about the unique smell from the northwest forests. \240

The coolest hollow log and the coolest son-in-law.

Erin enjoying the Snoqualmie River.

Being Bigfoot.

It is pretty cool to watch the process, with all of its bubbling and color changes. \240This jar will soon be bottled and capped.

Ali is sporting her Chicago gear with the Space Needle in the background.

Our 'must-have-selfie' mugs...

Game Time!

Yard art in the coastal communities.

Wild Northwest blackberries!

Our pathway to the bay.

Jim casting his best 'Squatchy' shadow.

I find a friendly and bird-loving gnome.

This little guy somehow escaped the seagulls, but has been here long enough to gather seafoam. \240I really love looking at the grains of sand and marvel that they were once boulders.

We are at the 'whale bones' section of the Long Beach boardwalk. \240This gray whale made me think of my sister, Janet (because we went whale watching a few years ago).

It was a lovely time on the beach.

Megan is our great niece. \240She met with us for dinner in Astoria, and we caught up on her recent marriage and their career and house plans.

All Clarks from the same tree: \240Jim, son of Bertha, Megan, daughter of Ron and Dana, Ron being son of Larry, son of Bertha, and me, daughter-in-law of Bertha.

This little shelf, hanging on a fence, receives gifts from the sea. \240You can leave, trade, or take. \240I like the idea. 😌

On Highway 101, and just before you reach the southern tip of the National Park, is the beautiful lake, Quinault. \240There is a ranger station, a few cabins, historic lodge, and waterfalls. \240Through the trees, I tried to capture this stream running to the lake.

The forest runs literally to the sea.

Kalaloch lodge looks so inviting, we want to come back and stay a while.

The beach pathway is steep, and given the size and number of logs thrown against the bench, we understand why.

Under the tree roots, we find the little stream that sustains the tree.

The steps from the campground are super steep and framed with massive logs.

The bench here is about fifteen feet, and we think it is routinely hit hard by the surf. \240

We were delighted to see little spaces in the bench filled with rock cairns.

Such beauty in this place.

All the rocks here are smooth and easily stacked, so naturally, there are hundreds of cairns. \240Here: \240three more gems on a gem-of-a-beach.

A beautiful rock arch, with the waves crashing in.

Tide is out, leaving lots of fun places to explore.

Cedar Creek is swift, deep, and ruby in color.

Signs of crashing waves on this giant rock, just south of Cedar Creek, and partially in the ocean. \240The little stone and shell pieces are stuck into the crevices.

I'm so glad Jim didn't photograph my peg leg!

Our view for the night. \240We loved watching the ships come and go. \240We know the San Juan Islands are nearby and Victoria is just out of our view.

The morning was beautiful. \240I got to watch three racoons hunt for food in the water, two curious seals wonder what I was up to, seagulls and ravens fly overhead, and one crane fish/catch/and fish some more.

...capture a view of the Olympic range from Klanhane Ridge...

and look back toward the Strait of Juan De Fuca.

We finally reach Hurricane Ridge (you are here), and we are astounded by the size of the Olympic Range.

Jim checking out the crevasses in the glaciers.

A bug joined us for the selfie today.😟😊

The boys love to run in the sand and find all kinds of things to smell.