Washington State - Page 2
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How many cheesy pictures can you take of a strong man holding up a falling tree? Larry held it up for a while, when he got tired, I held it up. When I got tired, we kept on hiking. This is the picture that I wanted to use for our Christmas card, but my boss said “NO”.
More pictures from Shi Shi Beach area. There were many giant logs there that had been beaten smooth by the waves bouncing them against the rocks and the rocky beach.
The trees look bigger next to a small kid. These were really big trees, many of the cedars, and all of them very old. Some of the cut down tree sections at park headquarters were 800 years old.
Not sure exactly where we are here, I think it was on the Makah Indian Reservation where we walked to the most northwest point in Washington State. We saw some eagles in the trees and bright red, orange, and purple starfish down in the water.
The Point Wilson Lighthouse at Port Townsend guided ships into Puget Sound. This is new Ft Worden which had big guns to stop an invasion into the Puget Sound.
I hope that this horse did not die after we left – Kendra fed him dozens of green apples. She wants a horse; Felicia wants an island. It was pretty much like living in paradise.
On the 4th of July, we were on Whidbey Island, and we all went to Walmart to buy sweatshirts because it was so cool. We watched fireworks that night wearing sweaters and sweatshirts.
Kendra and Susie at Shi Shi Beach. It was a long hike to get there but the views were well worth it. There were not many people there.
Hiking in Mt. Rainier National Park.
Our trusty SUV parked at our cabin on Whidbey Island. You can see the trees and thick bushes and flowers.
Felicia, Kendra, and Susie enjoying the scenery and the cool summer. Boating in the San Juan Islands is a good way for Texans to cool off in July.
Cabin where we spent the last several days in Washington. This was the end of the road, no TV or radio or cell phones. This was the northwest corner of the Olympic Peninsula. We looked across the Strait of San Juan de Fuca at Canada. We could see all the ships heading out to sea or going inland. The people who lived here came to get away from it all.
