Miss Shannon, my sister, her new boyfriend and I took a little road trip to the ends of the earth... or rather the furthest point west of the continental US, Neah Bay. Thats where the Makah Indian Reservation is (there was a whaling debate a few years back involving them). It is amazingly beautiful out there, even though there was no sunshine it only added to the mystery with fog rolling over the evergreens and walks through lush forests.
First we went to the Makah Museum which has wonderful artifacts that were discovered near a lake in the 70's, its very well done with different reconstructions highlighting the meticulous craftmanship. Work that was done hundereds of years ago, surviving by being buried in a mudslide.
Then we got back in the car and drove out to the tip of the penninsula, traded in the wheels for some shoes and hiked out to the very end. The forest is almost neon green from so much rain and walking along the boardwalk through it is breathtaking. I can't believe I had never been out there before, only 2 1/2 hours away from where I was in high school!
After that we took a different road home stopping at Hurricane Ridge to see the "Swiss" Olympics but they were mostly fogged in... oh well it was a nice drive up there. The funniest story of the day was that the car radio dosn't work so we were limited to Mom's choice of CDs already in there... drove up to the booth at the National Park and as I rolled down my window the girl in the booth got an earful of "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." We were dying laughing by the timing of that song!
So after a long day of driving, adventuring, show tunes and oldies we all hit the hot tub! Perfect ending.