After a week of gallivanting around with old friends, Jason and I headed out to the Olympic Peninsula for the weekend.  Our first stop was Port Angeles. We wandered around downtown, got some ice cream, went to a few antique stores, and stopped by the kayak store.

After getting some delicious ice cream and, of course, a coffee, we drove up the long winding road to Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park. The visitors’ center burned down a while ago and it was strange seeing the mountains without the iconic building.  As expected, the parking lot was jam packed full of cars and the trails packed full of tourists.  The deer don’t give a shit about any of it and graze right next to the trails.