Saturday Travel

It's 110 miles to the Olympics, we got a full tank of gas, the kids, it's raining... and we're wearing sunglasses.

Intro inspired by The Blues Brothers (paraphrased, but it fits). This will be a shorter post. With the holidays approaching, I’m aiming to spend less time on devices. Over the next few days, I plan to write about things I’m thankful for. Since it’s Saturday, I thought I’d kick things off by sharing one of our favorite spots in Washington: Olympic National Park.

The park and the entire western coast of Washington helped make the state feel like home for us. When we moved to Washington, we worried about everything. We were leaving friends and family behind, starting fresh in a place best known for grunge music (which I love) and rain (which I tolerate).

It does rain often, but you get used to packing for three seasons year-round, and it’s manageable. What makes it all worthwhile is the stunning beauty of Olympic National Forest and the rugged coastline. The area feels remote, but it has its own quirks, including the tourist attraction of Forks, Washington. I had no idea it was the setting for those shiny vampire novels, but the town has fully embraced that part of its identity.