Nearest alpine environment is many hours away from my home. I miss getting above treeline. Some of the hills here in Marin are grassy, bald and open with stunning views.
But nothing puts a hectic, spinning life into its rightful, grounded place like standing high atop a mountain and seeing the lay of the land spread out in all directions.
I had a few hours before catching the Ferry from Port Angeles, WA over to Victoria, BC.
Wanting a quick alpine fix I drove up to the Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center. Avoiding crowds I drove out Obstruction Point Road. Narrow and windy (just as I like ’em) the drop offs made me glad I wasn’t a passenger.
A peek down to Port Angeles and at Mt. Baker:
I started up a trail. My CV system reminded me I wasn’t at sea level. : )
With just a short bit of time on hand I walked a ways out. Mt. Olympus standing tall:
Found a quiet spot to sit, eat lunch and make a few spins around my Pinata Socks.
Then, reluctantly walked out.
Olympic National Park, what a treasure! Mountains, rain forest beaches.