The olympic peninsula
I’m not going to lie.I arrived at the olympic peninsula pissed, tired, and really not wanting to be there. We had spent too long in a van ride, it was raining, and being the Montrealer that I am, I was really starting to hate the west coast. I went to bed in tears, cold, rolled up in a ball, praying for sunshine the next day.As I awoke in my tent that really resembles a spaceship (its silver), I yelled to Kevin, whose voice I could hear outside my tent “PLEASE tell me its sunny out!”. Kevin laughed and answered “Oh yea! It’s a beautiful day!”. I thought he was teasing me. I threw on my layers and my rainjacket, and stepped outside. And lo and behold, the sun was shining, brilliant. the air was crisp and sweet, and as we all departed camp to join our various adventure groups, my spirits were rising.So much happened that day, I’m not going to go into every single detail, but I will give you the highlights, and some quick stories.As we were climbing up a ridge, a blue heron freaked at us and landed in a tree!– While sitting at my sit spot, a young bald eagle look down at my from the sky, cocked its head to the side, and flew away– We watched the tide come in at the highest it goes all year– I touched a sea emenity in the actual sea!–We saw petroglyphs left by the makah– We heard seals in the distance. Real, live seals–those are just some of the stories of the day, and that just from my group. you can imagine that this was probably one of our most wonderfull adventures yet.
