Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Olympic Peninsula

Robin, Nici and I spent three days in the rain hiking the beautiful rugged coast line of the Olympic peninsula. The coast there is such an incredibly beautiful place at this time of year (December -January). It feels so deserted and desolate on the windswept coast and there are very few people willing to put up with the cold wind and constant rains.

A short film of our trip.

We also visited the Hoh Rainforest, a land of mist and moss. There we saw salmon spawning in a stream and a herd of elk. Seeing elk in a setting like that made me feel as though I had entered a fantasy world. The rainforest there is a magical place, it felt as though we were in a Hayao Miyazaki film like Princess Mononoke.

Robin took some video and time lapses on his Minolta XL-601 super 8 film camera which will likely turn out amazing. Cant wait to see that.

Robins vimeo

My photos of the trip are on Flickr


  1. Increadible!
    love Mom

  2. 2 January 1986. On the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles. In Victoria harbour the birds have a more eastern cast than they did at Prince Rupert. The cormorants include a fair number of undoubted P. auritus, and the gulls some Larus delawarensis. In mid-strait there are Mew Gulls, guillimonts, and cormorants. The wind and swells are from the SE, and both subside as we reach the Washington shore. The sky is pale and clear in the middle of the Strait, the mountains on both sides hung with cloud, dense grey banks around the black lumpy mass of the Malahat, but white fog banks across the face of the immensely taller Olympic Mountains. We saw no mammals, but did see a vast whale-like Trident submarine on the surface. We spent the night on the street on the waterfront of Port Angeles.

    3 January 1985. Port Angeles, Washington. After some poking around town, Aleta got permission for us to enter the closed area of Ediz Hook to observe the consequences and cleanup of the oil spill there.

    This must have once been a spit of sand, but its shape is now reinforced by as wide causeway of 2 m boulders of dull-hued volcanic rock, veined and spotted with white quartz. The slightly milky green water breaks over a narrow beach of imported gravel and shingle. The currents along the shore that built the original spit keep the beach squeaky-clean, grinding the flat pale grey or grey-brown ellipsoids of the stones against each other and wearing down the thick-stemmed kelps and rubbery red algae that they carry up onto the shore, many of the tough palm-kelps still clasping their holdfast stones in the upper intertidal. Bullet-shaped, black-suited Turnstones shoot past along the shore, and Western and Red-necked Grebes rest on the green waves. Skunkheads and a female Goldeneye are harder to pick out among the protruding dark-tressed heads of Nereocystis, but all along the shore there are ducks, resting, and preening on the water.

    ...I could send the whole account of our visit if you'd like.

  3. I would love to read more! send it to me by email or a link if its online.