The Spit separates the Bay from the Strait, for want of a better term.
The view along the beach.
And back to a ridge in the park:
Two relatively short hikes, completely differing from each other, is how we approached the day.
Before then, ‘skyping’ with Natalie and the children commenced the morning with a real zest. When we
learned, for the third time over the last month, vendors were using our credit cards very loosely, a
level of frustration built. However, once we reached the park, the tranquility and beauty of the
reserve restored our equilibrium. The great outdoors, many places in particular, have a positive, no
make that an uplifting effect on a person.
From a meadow on Hurricane Ridge. It's a 'garden' in the wilderness.
Apparently, with four legs, skis are unnecessary.
Sitting above the Strait of Juan de Fuca, or 's(p)itting on the 'rock of the bay'.
We admit our ignorance when our editor asked how we felt about the spit. We considered it a rather strange
question if not, somewhat crude. She mentioned that one of the longest spits in the world lies between
the Strait Juan de Fuca and the bay in Port Angeles. What to make of it? Who would be proud of hurling
saliva large distances? After the usual banter had died down, we learned this phenomenon occurs as the
sand and sediment form a bank to separate a body of water into two sections, a very quick explanation.
We were quite relieved as the thought of spit flying towards us was an unattractive proposition.
The flowers, when in full bloom, must be a delight.
Jenni looks towards Angeles Peak, sight of the previous day's hike. Snow melts 'blue' below.
Something special about the way the snow caps this range.
Across the Strait is Canada, the province of Vancouver, more specifically. Who cannot help but
like and respect the Canadians who are ideal neighbors. They are an intelligent nation, friendly, have
a good understanding of their southern neighbor and never shoot missiles across the border—we like them.
When we stood and gazed into their country, although we were taught it's rude to stare, we felt quite
safe but for the threat of goring from goats or a spitball or two.
A manicured mountain top in the wilderness with snow to the left.
Another of this spectacular range.
We had a most interesting discussion with a couple on the trail the other day. These talks commence in
odd ways and at times, become quite involved. Dawn and John live in the San Francisco area. John has
traveled in South Africa, Israel, Sudan and many hotspots of the world. He does missionary work while
Dawn is a nurse, helping, too. We are always in awe of people who dedicate themselves for the benefit
of others, particularly, low profile personalities. John has both Christian and Jewish blood in him as
well as some African mix, too. After leaving them as we headed down the trail, we thought: There’s a guy
who appears to combine the best of all worlds—we felt better for having met the couple. Many people
provide us with comfort that the world is filled with goodness although the media convince us otherwise.
Obviously, evil and ugliness are not in short supply but it helps not to focus on the negative.
Looking towards Canada, the Strait Juan de Fuca.
Stopped at this spot for lunch; provides a good view of the snow slopes at relatively low altitude
and mountains.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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