Memories of Olympic

I have had the pleasure to spend the last 3 weekends in Port Angeles visiting my Grandma, who unfortunately passed away early Saturday. Her house backs up to the boundary of Olympic National Park and growing up I never realized how magical this place is. Now that she has left us, I imagine her walking the trails with my Grandpa like we did once upon a time.

olympictrailEvening light in the forest

olympiccabinBeautiful morning fog

hurricaneridgeBlue skies at Hurricane Ridge

photos taken with an iPhone 4S

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