Well, if this trip proved one thing, we are not boat people. This was supposed to be a triumph of manhood. Sailing out into the ocean. Men against the elements. Men catching fish. Men high-fiving and downing drinks as we declared our superiority over the Ocean and her little waves. Instead, it was three grown men laying helplessly on a boat while they took turns throwing up. Yes, there were fish caught, but I think they threw themselves on our hooks out of pity. Somehow, out of the misery, we were still able to have fun, catch some fish and enjoy the beauty of the ocean, but we have clearly lived in Colorado too long and no longer have any ability to tolerate the gentle lilting of the ocean.
When we got back into the docks, we had our fish packaged up for the return home, and then headed up the coast. On our way out of Westport, we saw a group of four missionaries walking down this country road. We had some Oreos in the car, so we turned around and Andrew hung out the window and we fed the missionaries Oreos. Most of them had be reassigned from other missions across the world, and it was clearly a highlight of their day to get randomly gifted cookies. It's always fun when you see the missionaries out and about.
What we lack in seafaring skills, we make up in hiking and exploring skills. On our way to our hotel in Forks, we stopped at one of my favorite places in the world, Ruby Beach. We spent the evening exploring, climbing, getting wet in the surf and just watching the waves roll in and out. Colorado is a fun place, but I deeply miss the sound of waves on the shore and the smell of salty air on a crisp afternoon breeze. There is something magical about the Olympic Peninsula, and Ruby beach displays that magic in its rocks and grand vistas. Plus, there is an endless amount of rocks to skip. Hours have been spent skipping rocks and sitting on downed trees as the sun fades into the West.
Written by Mike
When we got back into the docks, we had our fish packaged up for the return home, and then headed up the coast. On our way out of Westport, we saw a group of four missionaries walking down this country road. We had some Oreos in the car, so we turned around and Andrew hung out the window and we fed the missionaries Oreos. Most of them had be reassigned from other missions across the world, and it was clearly a highlight of their day to get randomly gifted cookies. It's always fun when you see the missionaries out and about.
What we lack in seafaring skills, we make up in hiking and exploring skills. On our way to our hotel in Forks, we stopped at one of my favorite places in the world, Ruby Beach. We spent the evening exploring, climbing, getting wet in the surf and just watching the waves roll in and out. Colorado is a fun place, but I deeply miss the sound of waves on the shore and the smell of salty air on a crisp afternoon breeze. There is something magical about the Olympic Peninsula, and Ruby beach displays that magic in its rocks and grand vistas. Plus, there is an endless amount of rocks to skip. Hours have been spent skipping rocks and sitting on downed trees as the sun fades into the West.
Written by Mike
