I am fascinated by the roadside oddities, quiet city streets, and man-made structures that have begun their return to the earth. Film seems an appropriate medium for capturing these less-than-perfect subjects.
By happenstance we land in Port Townsend, Washington on just the right weekend to take in the Wooden Boat Festival. Tho we quickly learn that this charming seaside town offers unique experiences for the traveler any time of the year.
Heart O’ the Hills. Hurricane Ridge. Hidden Bush. And no, that last one is not a natural landmark that you’ve just never heard of.
Longing for a quiet walk in the woods, we stop off to hike a bit of the North Fork trail in the Sol Duc Valley. A bear grunts to notify us of his presence. This place belongs to him.
“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refuges of a long war.” — Loren Eiseley
My “perfect day” begins in the mountains and ends on the coast, or vice versa. That dreamy combination awaits us on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. We’ve set aside a week to explore the area, although I imagine that even a lifetime of wandering this region would not allow for seeing all of the amazing natural wonders here.
Fresh local cheese + working fishing village + craft beer + beach + camping under the trees? Yes please!
Don’t come here, you’ll be disappointed. SAID NO ONE EVER. Well, except for that one guy maybe.
We are floating, floating on windy roads, the thick forest obscured by a smoky fog. Trees grow taller and taller. It is morning, and darkly beautiful, in stark contrast to our morning stop in the sunny Yakima Valley for the best fruit we’ve ever had, purchased at a roadside stand fresh from the grower.