Cape Flattery

We probably didn't considered our tour of the Olympic Peninsula officially begun until we checked in with the Port Angeles Visitor's Center (below). However, we had been planning our activities all along our journey from Ira & Patty's house. This first leg of our trip took us on a search for a clear view of Tatoosh Island, which supports a lighthouse to warn mariners of the hazards around this most northwestern corner of the contiguous U.S. Ira informed us that he has never had a clear view of it from land. So, we headed northwest toward the Makah Indian Reservation, planning to return to Clallam Bay where we would spend the night at Winter's Summer Inn, a bed and breakfast there.

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So we headed west on Hwy 112, the northern most highway on the peninsula, where we had a good view of the Strait of Juan De Fuca, much of the way. We stopped at a picnic area for lunch.
We went on through Neah Bay, on the Makah Indian Reservation, in full sunshine with expectations of an excellent view of Tatoosh Island. But, in the last few miles, fog began rolling in.
We walked the trail to the cape lookout point, much of which was improved with wooden walkways. This is because they get a tremendous amount of rain here and much of the trail can be flooded. We were lucky that it was reasonably dry.
We had a vigorous, but not strenuous hike to the lookout and, as anticipated, were fogged in. However, the ambiance the fog added was pleasing.
The fog didn't provide incentive to snap a lot of pictures, so we hiked back to head for Clallam Bay to what turned out to be a very interesting experience at our bed & breakfast. Along the way Carolyne practiced, with Ira's help, how to avoid unsightly photos of ......
We were welcomed at Winter's Summer Inn by a meditating assistant, Jay, and a sleeping hostess, Casey. She had booked us for one month later. Patty & the "family" dog Dolittle are sitting out front of the B&B to the right.
We checked out our accommodations and sat out on the deck, enjoying the view of the Strait, as the dinner hour approached. At the end of an under whelming dinner Casey & Jay showed up to show us where a "concert" was being held. We followed them to a side road so obscure that Casey missed the turn.

But, when we got there, we found a group of folks, young and old, having a great picnic around the fire. A contingent was jam'n Bluegrass music. It was like being at an Alabama 4th of July party. It was great!

I wasn't comfortable enough to take pictures. But I did capture the Clallam Bay Mascot later when we went to town to find Carolyne her Hostess Cupcakes.
Next morning it was off toward Forks, WA where we were scheduled to stay in the Manitou Inn for the next couple of nights. But first we walked the beach behind the B&B and had breakfast. We learned of Casey's want to change the name to "bed and make your own breakfast". We might have preferred that!
So, Ira tried to say goodbye to Dolittle, we paid the bill, and headed out down hwy 113 & 101 to Forks with visions of the temperate rainforest and the beaches.