The fools, they let me in. Come on, how suspicious does a bearded man traveling with brand new gear look? Maybe if I had a tan… Anyway, I’m finally on the move.
The best part of Port Angeles was seeing a pod of dolphins diving in unison just before the ferry docked. I found the 101 and headed west towards Lake Sutherland and Lake Crescent, both of a turquoise blue I have yet to see in a Canadian lake. The road was in excellent condition and the shoulder was, at times, as wide as the normal lane. It took some getting used to being passed at high speed by logging trucks – they’re even faster when unloaded with logs.
15kms after Lake Crescent I noticed a “cycle trail to 101” detour which according to my map would have brought me directly to Forks avoiding Sappho and Beaver. Unfortunately, one of the forks did not indicate Forks, so I ended up just before Beaver (guess I didn’t shave much off the mileage), an extremely small town, with a large wooden beaver – not worth taking a photo. Oh yeah, Forks ain’t nuthin’ to write home about except that most businesses have posters claiming how they love Twilight which was filmed there.
At Bogachiel Park, I was greeted by an RV-ing couple who took pity on me and insisted I accept: 1 cup of hot soup, 1 cup of tea, 1 trail mix, 1 cranberry juice, 1 sectioned orange. And there I was all ready to use my kick ass stove. I set up my hammock underneath a wooden roof structure so that I wouldn’t need to use the fly. It didn’t faze me at all when it rained later that night.
Wildlife count: pod of dolphins, more than 6 eagles, 1 dead coyote
The best part of Port Angeles was seeing a pod of dolphins diving in unison just before the ferry docked. I found the 101 and headed west towards Lake Sutherland and Lake Crescent, both of a turquoise blue I have yet to see in a Canadian lake. The road was in excellent condition and the shoulder was, at times, as wide as the normal lane. It took some getting used to being passed at high speed by logging trucks – they’re even faster when unloaded with logs.
15kms after Lake Crescent I noticed a “cycle trail to 101” detour which according to my map would have brought me directly to Forks avoiding Sappho and Beaver. Unfortunately, one of the forks did not indicate Forks, so I ended up just before Beaver (guess I didn’t shave much off the mileage), an extremely small town, with a large wooden beaver – not worth taking a photo. Oh yeah, Forks ain’t nuthin’ to write home about except that most businesses have posters claiming how they love Twilight which was filmed there.
At Bogachiel Park, I was greeted by an RV-ing couple who took pity on me and insisted I accept: 1 cup of hot soup, 1 cup of tea, 1 trail mix, 1 cranberry juice, 1 sectioned orange. And there I was all ready to use my kick ass stove. I set up my hammock underneath a wooden roof structure so that I wouldn’t need to use the fly. It didn’t faze me at all when it rained later that night.
Wildlife count: pod of dolphins, more than 6 eagles, 1 dead coyote
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