We left Port Townsend in a
leisurely fashion. It is amazing to be
so free, not have to be anywhere at any time.
We visited with a couple that had a Sunlite pop-up truck camper. It’s always fun to compare rigs.
Our first goal on Saturday was an
all-time favorite place – The Three Crabs restaurant at Dungeness, just north
of Sequim. I was first introduced to
this place in the 60’s. You can order a
half a Dungeness crab that will cover a good-sized platter. They serve you the crab, a bib and a pliers
to crack it open. It’s a great
experience.
Picture Banner from the Restaurant's Ad |
- 1988 Best Restaurant
in Western Washington (outside Seattle area) -- Pacific Northwest Magazine
Reader's Poll Awards
- 1988 Best Seafood
Restaurant In Western Washington (outside Seattle area) -- Pacific
Northwest Magazine Reader's Poll Awards
- 1989 Best Restaurant
in Western Washington (outside Seattle area) -- Pacific Northwest Magazine
Reader's Poll Awards
- 1989 Best Seafood
Restaurant In Western Washington (outside Seattle area) -- Pacific
Northwest Magazine Reader's Poll Awards
- 1990 Pacific Northwest
Magazine Reader's Poll Awards
- 1991 Pacific Northwest
Magazine Reader's Poll Awards
- 1999 Best Seafood
Award --Sequim Gazette's Best Food Service Awards for East Clallam County
- 2003 USA Today - One
of the "ten great places to eat seafood by seashore".
Dungeness is a large bay on the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Juan was a member of Captain Vancouver’s ship when they explored this part of the Pacific coast. Of course, the native people had discovered the area long before but Captain Vancouver was the first white guy so he got the credit for the discovery and he got to re-name all the points of interest.
The Strait of Juan de Fuca
stretches from the Pacific Ocean to two bodies of water. To the south, Puget Sound creates an inland
sea (of salt water) that reaches nearly half-way down WA state. To the north, the inland passage is bounded
on one side by British Columbia, Canada and on the other side by the Queen
Charlotte Islands. It is a favorite
route for cruise ships bound for Alaska.
Waves roll across the Pacific
Ocean from Japan with nothing to slow them down all down the Strait. About 25 miles west of Port Townsend,
Dungeness Spit curves out into the Strait.
It is a stretch of sand and rocks five miles long. The lighthouse on the end was operated by the
Coast Guard until a few years ago when it was decommissioned. Now Dungeness Spit and the area at its land
connection are a National Wildlife Refuge.
Dungeness Spit and the old pier a tiny dot in the distance on the right is the light house |
Some ocean waters are home to
seals. Pacific Northwest waters house
sea lions instead. Usually, these
creatures don’t pay much attention to the humans that float on top of their
watery universe.
sea lion in water (public domain) |
That day, my friend and
I met a sea lion that noticed us. We
never saw a pup but we figured later that our sea lion must have had one. She bobbed up about 10 feet off our port bow,
her round brown and tan spotted head and her huge eyes followed our every move.
Carefully, so as to not impinge
on her territory, we rowed away from her.
In a flash, she bobbed up on that side, right in front of us. We tried, once again, to row away from her. She blocked us again. We decided this was getting a little dicey so
turned to row for shore. Up she bobbed
again.
No matter what direction
we tried to row, she wasn’t having any of it.
Finally, we beached the raft on a sand bar, dragged it across the bar
and took off from the other side. That
must have satisfied her because she left us alone after that. As I looked out over Dungeness
Bay, I remembered that day. To my
amazement, the sand bar was still there, covered with shells and bird, um,
leavings.
The sand bar that saved me |
At the trail head, we found the trail for horses. On that day, it was closed to horses but, since neither of us neighs, we took the trail. It was level and wound on down the large bluff very gently. It was a beautiful hike through a forest that was quite wild. Only the path showed any sign of human activity. We didn’t see any animals on the hike, but birds were everywhere.
We never made it to the
Spit. It was too far for me and we had
to come home. Even so, we figured that
we hiked about a mile and a half. Not
bad!
Our campsite at Dungeness was
surrounded by a hedge full of wild rose bushes.
These bushes were taller than Adina’s head. Of course, at this time of year, the roses
were long past blooming. Large rose hips
covered the bushes. Even the fern that
grew at the rear of the campsite was taller than Adina, making our campsite
very private. The wind blew off the
Straits making our campsite too cold even for a fire. We stayed in our trailer with our flower-pot
furnace heating us up and we played Scrabble.
Sunday, we drove through Port
Angeles without stopping. When Adina and
I first met, we both went to Port Angeles shortly after our first date. Adina came for a week of sewing. I brought a tour group of a dozen
seniors. The youngest was well over 80
years old.
Port Angeles was a fairly small
town in those days. One highway runs
through town, well marked with signs.
Both Adina and I had been there separately and driven through it many
times. Back then, though, right after
our first date, we both got lost in Port Angeles, not an easy thing to do even
today. I guess we were pretty distracted
by thoughts of each other.
So Sunday, we drove through Port
Angeles to our chosen campground and we didn’t get lost. Instead of staying on Hwy 101, we took a
less-traveled way and hugged the coast on Hwy 112. We stopped at the thriving metropolis of
Joyce.
When I first saw Joyce in the
60’s, it consisted of one general store and a gas pump. That’s it.
However, they sold sweatshirts emblazoned with “University of Joyce.” Of course, no such institution existed then
or now. In small letters, the
sweatshirts read “Mea Culpa Non” – It’s not my fault. I loved the serendipity of it, bought a
sweatshirt and wore it for years until it went the way of all old garments.Joyce General Store (public domain photo) |
I had hoped to buy a replacement
for my old University of Joyce sweatshirt but they didn’t have any in my size,
neither sweatshirt or tee-shirt.
Alas. I did find a really warm
wool hat lined with fleece and some socks knit from an alpaca’s pelt, so it
wasn’t a wasted stop.
singing waters flow I only wish I knew the words then I'd join the song |
Lyre River is another DNR
(Department of Natural Resources) campground so there is no charge except for
the annual pass we bought. There are
only six campsites in the whole camp all located on the river. The road isn’t a loop as it is in many
campgrounds.
Three short roads radiate
off the gravel road that leads to the camp.
This made parking our rig a bit of a challenge. I backed past two other campsites to reach
ours. Our little road only has 3
campsites on it. Our spot is right on the
river.
Early morning sun dusts our campsite |
Many floods have brought down
trees and subsequent spring floods have scoured the trunks and branches. The years have laid down moss and now many of
these trees have plants and small trees growing on them.
Lyre River log jam |
Giant maples and cedar trees, wider than I can reach around, lined the trail. Their roots alone were immense. We climbed over these roots, many of which stood taller than I am. These roots were hard to photograph because of how dense the forest is.
This tree, as big as many in the forest, grew in camp on a little handicapped accessible boardwalk that ran along the river.
We climbed over roots as tall as this on our hike on the path at the back of our campsite |
Moss grew on the
branches as the trees reached out over the water. One maple tree had moss on its branches that
was at least a foot thick. Ferns and
small trees grew on the living branches of the trees.
Although many of the places we
have visited are short on rain, and this area is no exception, still, this area
gets more rain than most places we have been.
The forest is lush and healthy.
You may remember that the day we left Beckler River, the air was too hazy to take good pictures. We figured that we were seeing smoke from the Wenatchee and Lake Chelan fires, although we didn't smell it in the air.
We didn't know the half of it.
I talked with the DNR Ranger this morning. At this morning's count, 240 fires rage across eastern WA. Some are "small" -- less than 20,000 acres. Others top 50,000 acres. Some have spread so much than they are merging into giant fires. They are fighting some of them, but there are too many fires and too few to fight them. Some will burn until the rains come.
Firefighters have come to fight these fires from Canada, Oregon and California. There are few forest fire fighters left in western WA. They are telling the public to stay indoors and not come outside unless you have to because the air quality is so bad from the fires. The Ranger said that this situation exists from Spokane to Wenatchee.
We pray for those who are fighting fires and for those who are endangered by them. We pray for the thousands of animals that will perish in their path. We pray for the forests, the beautiful forests.
We feel as if we have been staying just ahead of the fires all across the country. For our own safety, we thank those who are praying for us on our trip. Even as I say that, I send a prayer for those who live east of the mountains.
Last night, we had a campfire, roasted hot dogs
and Adina fixed butternut squash soup with onions and mushrooms in it. Yum!
This morning, we lazed about and took it easy. This afternoon, we drove south from Joyce across a low mountain ridge. The road was so narrow as to be one-way part of the way. Of course, no one had bothered to put up guard rails. It was paved, about the width of a driveway. It was so much fun to drive!
We drove alone the north side of Lake Crescent, another of the most beautiful places in WA. It is a deep lake, its waters blue-black. Mountains surround it. Most of the lake is located in the Olympic National Forest. Its beauty makes my heart ache with the pleasure of it.
Looking south across Lake Crescent |
Rippling waters and Mountains -- Crescent Lake |
The trees that cover the mountains are like green velvet |
We plan to stay at our campground for several days. We have a couple of day trips we want to take and plan at least one day in camp so Adina can bake a pear upside-down cake (in the campfire, of course).
What will we do tomorrow? Who knows? I'll blog again in a few days and let you know of our adventures.
Good to have you all aboard!
You both have had an incredible journey. It is fun to see where you have been. I am impressed and fallen in love with the different scenes in Washington.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making be part of your fun filled journey. Bon Vayage.
Cheers to you and Adina.
Anaceli