After a 3 week trek westward, our 5th trip across country, we arrived to sun shine on Washington's Olympic Peninsula. Our campground is right on the ocean with paths across the dunes that lead to the beach for nice walks and some kite flying. Even spotted an eagle today. They also built a land mark on the dune, made from beach trash so you can find the path back to the campground.
It's amazing to see how the landscapes change as you drive west, starting with the shores of the Great lakes, to the forests and farms of Wisconsin and Minnesota, then the vast plains of North Dakota, followed by the big sky country and mountains of Montana. We spent extra days in this area staying in an old western town, taking a chuck wagon ride on an 1860s ranch and generally appreciating the mountain views. We saw the flooded rivers, including the Yellowstone that we followed for miles until it headed south to it's mountain source.
Luckily we managed to stay ahead of the heat in the middle of the country and behind the thunder and hail storms that were to our west which made Bob a happy camper. The sun stayed with us through the mountain passes and the trusty Ford turned 100,000 miles as we descended the last hill. Hope it has a few more miles of travel left in it.
Next stop will be the rain forest and Mount Olympus as well as more sights of the Pacific coast, before we take the ferry across to Vancouver Island.
