I know you've all heard of Rocky Mountain High - I even lived in the Rocky Mountains as a young woman and met John Denver in person in Vail - what a thrill in those days! While Mr. Squash and I were on the Olympic Peninsula this last week we decided to take a drive up to Hurricane Ridge. It had been a long time since either of us had been there.
Let me just say that we definitely got our "high" on this day! The weather was sunny, not too hot and nearly clear for the 17 mile drive up the mountain! Wildflowers were blooming everywhere and check out the Cow Parsnip on the walk up to the viewing point!
This plaque tells you just how high we were! Not quite a Rocky Mountain High, but good enough!
Just look at the view!
I had to take two photos just to get the entire view in, and it still wasn't enough.
If you enlarge the photo by clicking on it, you'll see the entire Olympic Mountains and the name of each peak.
See that sort of bald spot on the lower left of this photo? Mr. Squash and I have hiked in there up the Elwha River. We went with Llama packers. Occasionally we would have to lead a llama. Mr. Squash had one named Ripper. He was aptly named as another llama had taken a chunk out of one ear! He also liked to spit - and Mr. Squash was the recipient of two of those spitting incidents! Do you think we'll ever do that again??
This was taken on the other side of the ridge in front of a huge snowfield.
If you click on the photo and let your eyes settle on the photo, you'll see Victoria, B.C. and Vancouver Island in the mist at the top of the photo. Down below is the city of Port Angeles.
We left for home the next day. This is a parting shot from our room at the George Washington Inn. We'd definitely stay there again!
Next post I'll show you a really great quilt shop we visited.