The Park on the Peninsula

We or off the ferry boat in Port Angeles and found a nice place to have some dinner. It's a quaint town with the ocean sloshing on one side and the mountains holding up clouds on the other. Attempting to stay at a campground, we went to Safeway to get some more groceries we contacted another warm showers person since we planned on visiting Olympic National Park for a couple of days and Evan's friend, Nancy, was coming from Seattle for a visit. 

We obtained a place to stay which was literally 2 blocks away from where we were. Deanna and Randy host cyclers all the time and they have a wonderful home with a cute dog named Skip. There were two guys who just finished their tour from Chicago to Austin, Texas then they took a bus to San Diego and biked up to Port Angeles that were staying there too. They were buying a truck to drive back to Chicago which they did buy yesterday. 

Nancy didn't arrive until 4pm so Evan and Blake worked on their bikes for a bit while I went to the ocean front to read, journal, and explore. They met up with me and we went to eat at a Chinese buffet rated best in the Peninsula. After two large plates of food and a small ice cream cone I was stuffed to the rafters. 

Nancy came and picked us up and we headed up the winding steep mountain road into the park. The road goes from sea level to about 5,000 feet so we were glad we weren't going to bike it. We spent a couple hours hiking around Hurricane Ridge and taking pictures of the mountainous landscape as well as the numerous deer that were not too scared of onlookers. 

After the sun went down we headed to a campground to set up for the night. We enjoyed dinner and conversation then called it a night.