Hoh Rainforest, Olympic National Park, Washington

Dinner of wood fire grilled fresh salmon and warmed corn tortillas.  So yummy!

 Green, Green, Green, as far as the eye can see!  Our paths lead us westward to this gem of a spot on the northwest side of Olympic National Park.  I had never been to a rain forest before, so knew this would be an interesting experience.  Everything was wet, wet, wet!  A bit surprising since this is supposed to be the “dry” season.  We parked our rig in our beautiful site during a drizzly rain.  “No campfire tonight,” Vic said.  “Oh yes, we must have a campfire”, Lynda said…we had a campfire 10 minutes later, as did all of our neighbors.  Our dinner plans included fresh salmon which I did NOT want to cook in the camper. 

Our chairs sitting on the only dry spots of the site, under the tree canopy

Vic looking like a troll hiding from the drizzle 

The next morning, we woke to drier skies and set out on a grand hike through this emerald fantasyland.  The hike was more of a mud wrestling match than actual hiking, but we captured some pretty scenery. Once again, dogs are the enemy of National Parks (not all, but most) and were limited to campground roads and parking lot strolls.  They didn’t complain and caught up on their beauty sleep. 

One of the funny slides of Ranger Charlie’s presentation 

Hoh River

Our mud path

Marinated chicken and veggies skewers with corn tortillas 

Hamburgers on the Barbie 

Agi enjoying her beauty sleep

We hiked/mud slopped the Hoh River Trail, 6 miles round trip

The evening ranger program: Photography of the National Parks.  That’s Ranger Charlie

Warming up a couple of Shelby’s Chocolate Chip Cookies on the fire.  So gooey and yummy!

Olympic National Park is very huge, and next time we would limit our stays at the various locations to just one night each.  You can get the gist of a place in a day, and those more adventurous can pack up their gear and set out for a few days’ backpacking trip.  We find that we fall somewhere between the parking lot tourists and the backpackers. But, without the dogs, we would limit our treks away from the rig to just about 3-4 hours.