Quinault valley is home to 6 "champion trees", some World record and some US record holders.
We'd heard that Fork Timber Museum was great and it was – well worth the price of admission.
On a whim we decided to drive up to Neah Bay. Ozette is the most NW town in the contiguous United States. It was a rainy, cool day, typical weather that the Olympic peninsula is famous for. What a great drive along the rugged coast to the Makah Indian Reservation! In spite of the rain we could even see Vancouver Island, Canada across the Strait of Juan de Fuca. We paid a visit to the outstanding Makah Museum where we learned lots about these Pacific Northwest natives. An archealogical dig nearby has uncovered many artifacts that were buried in mud 500 years ago, showing what life was like before the white man arrived. See http://makah.com/.
Can't leave the yard art and roadside fun out of the mix.
After parking atop the windy, pot-holed, cliff-hanging Elwha Valley road, we trekked another few miles to the natural hot springs. Do they always smell like sulpher?
Our last two days in the Olympic National Park were also the most outstanding. We once again drove up a long, steep, windy road in 1st gear to the overflowing Hurricane Ridge parking lot and found a spot. There were lovely trails and we happened upon the news that an astronomer would be giving a talk and allowing visitors to look through his two telescopes at 10pm. While waiting for this to start we spent a romantic hour on top of the world, watching the sunset with another great view of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
After getting up close and personal with Saturn's rings and Titan, one of his moons, we looked at other astronomical features like galaxies and shooting stars. We were also treated to a surpise visit from the International Space Station which whirls around the earth so fast, we saw it twice!
We dragged ourselves away from this magical place at around 10am as the new batch of day tourists started to arrive.
Our last stop in the peninsula was at Port Townsend, a great Victorian town on the water famous for it's wooden boat centre. We sat and watched small sailboats zipping around the foggy bay along with the massive ferries heading back and forth to Seattle.