The campsite. We were the only party in the entire Mora campground.
Mitsu being Japanese.
Reenacting our poses in Kakunodate, Northern Japan.
Monkey look alike fungus on a tree.
Dead trees on Rialto Beach. We spent about an hour walking around on this beach, and encountered rain, wind, sun, snow, and sleet in that time.
Kyle, Rialto Beach.
The trail to Rialto Beach.
Patrick Bateman, our friendly bald Eagle. The pictures doesn't do a very good job of conveying his size. He is huge.
Crescent Lake, inland on the way back to Port Angeles.
Steak dinner on Thursday night.
Reenacting Kakunodate, Japan.
Strangely colored driftwood.
I'm a big fan of cairns, and the rocks on Rialto Beach were perfect.
A quick sun break on Rialto. 5 minutes later it was sleeting with 30 knot winds.
Mitsu putting out the vibe.
Thursday night was not comfortable. Driving sleet all night made it sound like we were under attack. It was very cold. This is what we woke up to.
Patrick Bateman again.
Cold, wet self portrait.
Driftwood on Third Beach. We had to be careful not to get trapped on the beach by the tides.
We managed to build a fire Thursday night. I also managed to melt my shoes that are pictured here.
The campground on Friday morning.
Seattle from the ferry.
On the trail down to Third Beach.
Sea stacks, third beach.
Very crumbly sandstone.
Driftwood, Third Beach.
Down booties. Little down hugs on your feet.