I grew up in Minnesota, land of ten thousand lakes, or, as I prefer to call it “land of endless relief from the summer heat”. With Montana, Idaho and the mountains of Washington behind me and the peak of summer heat at my feet, I was happy to finally find myself face to face with the cool, tumultuous waters of the north pacific.
When you live on the road, in a tent or outside for any period of time with no real access to showers, large bodies of water are your friends. With my compass pointing south along highway 101, the pacific and I would have plenty of time to get to know one another.
Week 8 Video: Water, pavement, and a little bit of wet tent to spice things up.
The drive south from Washington through Oregon and into California is one I’ve had the privilege of doing a number of times, yet one I feel I’ll never get tired of. From Oregon’s blue lakes to California’s beaches, the long highway weaves its way down the “Gold Coast” through some of our countries most scenic places.
But it’s not the drive that keeps me coming back. It’s everything else. It’s the lakes, the beaches, the cliffs, the sunsets and the sunrises. It’s camping under redwoods and bathing in blue water, waking up in the fog and falling asleep under the stars.
I love the west coast.
After setting this thing up for the fifty-fourth time, I feel like I could do it with my eyes closed…
Blown away by the dramatic landscape of Washington’s Olympic Peninsula.
I smell less bad now that I’ve reached the coast.
Otis, my trusty steed, covered in evidence of a fun ride along forest roads.
While my shoes are heavenly, nothing beats the feeling of the cool Pacific between the toes.
Early morning nature gazes are an essential part of any productive day.
Goodbye Olympic National Forrest, you have been an amazingly beautiful friend to me for the past week!