Immediately after getting out of bed, we broke camp from Heart O' the Hills in near record time. We're really starting to have our packing down to a science. Following a breakfast seemingly out of Men's Health magazine, we headed uphill toward scenic Hurricane Ridge.
The serpentine trip to the summit provided us with our first wild bear sighting. As we rounded a corner, a small black bear was sitting on the slope just above the roadway. He paused for a few quick pictures and then continued on with doing whatever it is that bears do.
So named because of the high winds usually present there, Hurricane Ridge sits at an elevation of 5242 feet above sea level. The vista from the top includes the glacier-topped Olympic Mountains to the south and an inlet of the Pacific Ocean called the Straight of Juan de Fuca to the north with Vancouver Island, Canada visible just beyond that. The view is spectacular to say the least. We fortunate enough to have a fairly clear day and visibility is high in all directions.
After soaking in the scenery for a while we started on our way once again. Our travels now take us to the western-most portion of Olympic National Park and a place called Ozette. This will finally bring us to the West coast.
Not a bad way to start a day...
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So, that makes two bears but no lions and tigers.
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