It was a chilly night under the stars. Thoughts of bears and coyotes ran through my head while trying to fall asleep. Solo was as quiet as a mouse on his bed at the foot of our tent. The silence in the campground was kind of eerie.
We woke at the crack of dawn and Bill provided tent service with coffee for his loved ones.
After a soothing bowl of oatmeal and toast, we sat by the fire planning our day. And continued to sit by the fire for hours upon hours. We listened to our book, had hot tea, made hot dogs and beans, played frisbee and sat by the fire.
Finally, we made a move and drove to Hurricane Ridge, 17 miles up the mountain road. It was a spectacularly scenic ride. We then drove to Port Angeles, the nearby town, to buy gloves and a hat. Burrr!
At an amazing little general store, Will geared up for college. He found some Levi's and flannel shirts. Yes, gloves, too!
Back at camp, we rekindled the fire and prepared wings, corn and rice for dinner.
It was a relaxing stay in a beautiful setting. We love our campsite!