Olympic National Park in Washington is filled with
myriad wonders. It’s a huge park at almost a million acres—really three parks in one with diverse
geography encompassing mountains, seashore, and rain forest. That was enough to entice us to visit last September,
and our discoveries of nature in this splendid place remain as cherished
memories.
My husband Larry and I and friend Deb flew from
Texas to Seattle, rented a car, and started our road trip that would also
include Mt. Rainier National Park. Our destination the first night was Port
Angeles, which would be our kick-off point for the first part of the journey—in
the massive Olympic Mountains.
Hurricane Ridge is the iconic feature that everyone
wants to visit, so naturally Hurricane Ridge Road is the most popular scenic
road in the park. That was our destination on arrival—and the must-see spot if
you only have one day to spend there.
A visit to Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center at the
edge of Port Angeles, the nearest city to the national park, gave us an
overview of the topography. Then we drove for 20 miles where the road curved
and climbed into a mountain zone and then into a sub-alpine region at 5,000
feet.
The first 10 miles or so featured tall Douglas fir
trees before adding silver fir, western hemlock, and western red cedar. As we
gained elevation, the trees became sorter and clumped together more in a thick
forest. Although some wildflowers were
still blooming, we were past prime time (mid-summer) to see paintbrush, lilies,
and heather in open meadows.
That was a quick trip, but two days later, when the persistent
fog had cleared, we returned to Hurricane Ridge to take a couple of hikes. Near
the visitor center, we first tackled the short but uphill trek to Sunrise
Point. At the top of the hill views of mountains and landscapes were enveloped
in a residual haze from forest fire smoke.
After a snack at a picnic area (gotta fuel up for
the next trek!), we rounded out the morning with the Hurricane Hill hike—3.2
miles round trip on an uphill path with elevation gain of 700 feet. The path was well-maintained and paved at the
beginning, but it became quite steep as it traveled to (and past) the tree line,
ending at 5757 feet, the highest accessible point in Olympic National Park.
During the last mile switchbacks lead to the summit,
slowing down our pace a bit. Of course, taking time to enjoy spectacular views
of Port Angeles and the ocean beyond also gave us time to catch our breath.
Although the day was sunny and pleasant with temperature in the 60s, the gauzy
haze affected our ability to see more of the Olympic Mountains. Had we known
exactly where to look on a clear day, we might have recognized Vancouver
Island, the Cascade Mountain Range, Seattle, and Mt. Rainier.
Although we watched for grazing deer, the only wildlife we
saw was one marmot. Still, it was a fun hike that took a little over two hours
to complete—not bad considering how often we stop to take pictures. During the following week we experienced more of Olympic's dynamic landscapes and understood completely why it was named a national park in 1938 and attracts so many repeat visitors.
Photos by Larry and Beverly Burmeier
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