A Tiny Trip North
I took a small trip to Washington, to the Olympic peninsula. A tiny trip, just two days. We went walking to the top of Mt. Townsend, which is about a stone's throw from Port Angeles if you threw the stone around 46 miles. Lefty came with us, he had the time of his life. It was so quiet up there, not a single goddamn human noise. Just soft forest sounds.
On the way up, we walked through this peculiar dark wood where nothing was growing and the fog was rolling around like milk. Really got the hackles up. It's hard to explain why, but I left that place feeling like it was some sort of portal to the underworld.
At the top, our view of the Pudget Sound was totally obstructed by giant September rain clouds. Oh well.