On Thursday night Ryan, my husband, and I, along with our friend Jeremiah, headed to the Olympic Peninsula, the land of mountains on the other side of Puget Sound. After a long day, quick packing and a frantic car ride, we barely made the 9:20 Edmonds to Kingston ferry ride.
Once on the other side, we hunted for a campsite. Unable to make reservations for an Olympic National Park campsite, we assumed, wrongly as it turns out, that on Thursday night we would find a campsite no problem. Just outside the park at 2:30 a.m., we set up camp with large, fallen trees skirting our spot!
Eager to use our legs after the endless driving the night before, we set out to hike Mt. Storm King the next day. After a 2000 ft elevation gain in 2 miles, Lake Crescent, a calm, largely uninhabited 12 mile-long lake, greeted our view. The hazy Straight of Juan de Fuca lurked just beyond the lake. After a quick descent, we made a stop at a Marymere falls, a 90 foot crop, and then visited an old inn on the lake and went swimming. Later we returned to the same spot, to watch the sun set.