Life has been busy lately, but not busy enough to skip awesome adventure opportunities when they arise. My fiance and I spent the Fourth of July holiday weekend at my favorite place -- the Olympic Peninsula. We camped, hiked, checked out purty marine creatures at low tide, caught some stunner sunsets, flyfished (okay, I fished and he watched), cooked spaghetti and meatballs on a camp stove, and were lucky enough to spot a bald eagle (and its baby!) in its nest ON the Fourth. Washington is a pretty incredible place.
Our first full day on the OP, we spent the entire time on Ruby Beach. I've had decades of memories here. The first time, I was a fifteen-year-old on a five-week camping trip, hiking the Olympic coast and camping on its beaches. I saw Ruby Beach and thought I'd seen heaven. At 26, I started flying out from Boston to fish on the OP, always making Ruby a stop along the way. I celebrated my 30th birthday here with my Dad (who's since passed) on a father-daughter flyfishing trip. And now my fiance and I make the drive to make our own memories here. Here's an epic sunset we caught that first night.
Seastacks for days, creating a land-of-the-lost feel when the light changes.
My favorite place to fish is a sweet spot where the river runs into the Pacific Ocean. You can hear the surf crash into the mouth of the river and you know fresh fish are on their way in. The water is a Caribbean-sage color, pelicans are aplenty, and sometimes--SOMEtimes--you can spot a bald eagle or a sea lion. Or both!
After a half hour of casting and getting back into the swing, I caught a small sea run cutthroat. There aren't many photos in existence of me fishing. These next two photos were taken by my patient, talented fiance, Steve. He grabbed my camera and ran over at the right time!
I love the color gradient on this stretch of water (designer/nerd speak).
Remember how I said we saw a bald eagle? Here's proof. Notice the baby in the nest at left!
Also out fishing that day: a sea lion. A risky move, so close to Shark Week.
Next stop on our weekend was Rialto Beach. We arrived at a(n awesomely) foggy time.
The last morning, we woke up and hit Beach 4 at low tide. We were greeted with dense fog (which I love) and explored tidepools, discovering tons of sleepy, colorful marine animals. An amazing sight!
The bridge heading out is a work of art in itself. We didn't want to leave!
A lush green, green green pathway to walk us out.
Until next time, Olympic National Park! You're glorious.