This tribal elder told of how the Olympic Mountains were formed by an epic battle between Thunderbird and the Orca. Their struggles formed the many mountains and valleys.
I visited him later and he told me how disappointed he was that it was too wet to keep the drums out of their cases for the dancing.
This is the view looking from the point at the end of the park. It is a viewing spot for both the orca pods and the migrating gray whales.
I took this picture earlier in the week from the top of Hurricane Ridge. We spent one of the few relatively sunny days there. It was a good 20-25 degrees colder at the top of the ridge than a the campground.
We spent today at Daughter Mary Mae's being fairly lazy. I got ambitious enough this afternoon to help Grand daughter Claire sort through her belongings and clean her room. Forry and Scott started work on repairing a leaky outside water faucet. Late in the afternoon, MM and Claire and I went over to a nearby berry farm to pick up blueberries for MM to freeze. I also purchased some luscious yellow raspberries for snacking and putting with our breakfast granola. Later we met the guys at a local Mexican restaurant for supper.
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