The Olympic Peninsula

It was a long weekend this weekend, being Memorial Day on Monday, so like half of Seattle, we headed out of town. Zoe had found us a very cute cottage in the woods neat Port Angeles on the Olympic Peninsula, a short ferry ride from downtown Seattle. We had to wait an hour for the ferry, but it was worth it. The weather was perfect and we had a wonderful view of the Olympic Range, but Mt Ranier was still playing coy. We enjoyed the drive from Bainbridge to Port Angeles, stopping at a classic 50s style diner on the way for a milk shake. We liked it so much we went back for lunch on Monday! We had planned to drive to Forks on Sunday (Twilight fans will know all about Forks) but decided it was too far after our day in the car on Saturday and opted for the closer Crescent Lake instead. It was lovely and we had coffee in the 1919 Lodge built before it was a National Park. I don't know if it was where he shot the bear cub, but Teddy Roosevelt shot deer here. The woods near our cottage were filled with squirrels, chipmunks, little mice and there were fallow deer and even a reindeer near the main house. We saw bald eagles! It was a beautiful weekend. We cunningly missed the turnoff for the ferry and avoided the crowds by driving the long way home via Tacoma. It was a lovely Memorial Day weekend.