Suffered
a blowout a week ago. The hamstring on my left leg popped. I’m
otherwise wonderfully healthy, but the muscle injury is restricting my
mobility. We’re sure it’s only a partial tear because I can still use it
if I’m careful. Suzanne got us in to the E.R. at her hospital to see a
physician and get a referral, then used her superpowers as a patient advocate
nurse to get us in to see a sports orthopedist in the U.W. system next week.
That
should keep us rolling.
Temperatures
in the fifties and sixties with a breeze off the Pacific. It was good to
get a little inland. Less wind. A few degrees warmer. In
fact, there is a heat advisory in effect here. It’s going to be 80
degrees, or almost 80 degrees for three days in a row!
I
can tell you what we call temperatures like that in South Texas. Morning.
Summer
Solstice.
Christie
and Andy’s house.
The
van fits right in their back driveway.
We
can hang out at their house for home base and still retire to sleep in our own
bed.
Had
a family get together at dinnertime.
Teigan
and Elise, Tony, Kyle and Alexis, Christie and Andy. Teigan, Elise, and
Tony, all from Colorado, share an apartment together here now. Close by,
so it’s easy for this group to congregate.
Quite
the surprise. We couldn’t get a spot in a state park, so we booked in a
commercial RV Park. To our delight, Port Ludlow RV park is set up like a
really good state park, individual sites secluded in the trees. No
cordwood camping here.
Crescent
Lake along the way.
The
trailhead on the Elwah River. Brother Bill and I started one of our
backpacking trips across the Olympic Peninsula here, a feeew years back.
A
side trip to Fort Worden.
We’re
pretty far north now. The sun sets late and twilight lasts forever.
Wake up at 5am for nature’s call, and it’s already light. We don’t even
get a full 7 hours of darkness at night!. Scrunch the eyes shut and go
back to sleep.
Serious
Washington coast at La Push on the peninsula.
The
river mouth behind the Jetty.
And
the welcoming committee of 1.
A
young bald eagle.
We’re
not tired of shrimp/crab melt sandwiches, halibut, or Rainer cherries from
roadside stands either.
Now
we’re in Washington.
Another
trail to the beach.
This
one a little longer.
Not
so cold today. Less wind.
Met
a guy at a rest stop. He’s touring down the coast from Olympia to
Crescent City in his 1955 Triumph TR2. A trip he makes every year.,
A
classy ride.
We’re
not tired of clam chowder either.
The
beach is right over the dunes.
Brrr.
It’s still blowing. Back to camp.
We’re
still not tired of fish and chips.
