Last Friday the skies were beautifully blue, so we dropped everything, hopped in the car, and went to Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic National Park near Port Angeles, WA.
As you can see, we saw lots of deer and, for the first time ever, several sets of fawns. Black-tailed deer of all sizes were strolling around everywhere, even in the parking lots!
We also saw this guy. It's not a crow on steriods; it's his relative, a raven, and if you think crows are loud, you should hear his screech.
Summer is slowly coming to our mountains, and the snow is melting. (We just heard that the snow is still deep at the lodge on Mount Rainier.)
On the trail we took up Hurricane Hill, the path was mostly clear, and flowers were blooming everywhere. This was our first time to see purple violets, creeping phlox, and stonecrop blooming in the wild.
We didn't quite make it to the top of the "hill," but as we headed down and back to the car, we had some good views of the lower part of the trail as well as the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Once again we were reminded of the diverse geography of the Evergreen State!