Brett crawled out of bed at 7:30 and went outside to take some pictures. It was in the neighborhood of 30F and I wasn't about to leave the warmth of our comfy B&B bed for frigid temperatures. No animals to feed; no reason to get up. I could see Brett wandering around outside and was able to track his whereabouts by the flash of the camera -- yes it was that dark and dreary.
|Looking north, across Puget Sound, towards Vancouver Island.|
|The main house of the B & B: great room, dining room, and innkeeper residence.|
|Our little cabin -- our room is the two windows far left.|
After breakfast, we drove up into the Olympic National Forest. It was cold all day -- the high was 39 and during most of the drive the temperatures hovered around freezing. The road was deserted, wet and frosty.
We went as far as Crescent Lake, took some pictures and then headed back toward Port Angeles. The highway going by Crescent Lake also goes to Forks. We didn't see any vampires or werewolves but it was easy to imagine them in the fog and dense woods.
We spent the remainder of the afternoon relaxing in our room, with the fireplace lit and a good book (or reading blogs in my case). In answer to many of the comments I received: yes, that tub is as wonderful as it looks.