On Saturday, we drove down to Kalaloch Lodge for a final lunch with Ginger and Kurt. More great old-school tourism…
Then Karen and I hit the dirt roads again to head up to Queets for our 4th of July celebration. We were expected a packed campsite bursting at the seams. We found a half-empty ground with a sweet spot right by the river.
Around the site, probably the most serene, welcoming and simply beautiful trail we’d been on all week.
On the way home from Queets on Sunday, we had our best wildlife sighting – a black bear cub loping across the Forest Service road in front of us. We hung around for a while (in the car!) but there was no sign of the mother. Karen persuaded me that we probably couldn’t take it home. Spoilsport.
Finally, home for our first shower in a week – and a shave for me. Karen insisted that I leave a moustache on to see if she liked it. Foolish words.
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