A trip along Highway 101, the Pacific Coast Highway. To celebrate the end of my summer quarter (and because he and I haven't done anything fun for months), Rob and I drove out to Highway 101 this past weekend.
We went to Port Townsend, which is a pretty community with shops filled with antiques and cool clothing (I bought a dress off the clearance rack). We had lunch at a place on the Sound, watching the boats on the water. We walked and walked, debated taking at whale watching tour, and ended the afternoon at an ice cream parlor where they make their own stuff. As it's a good long drive back, and all this walking exhausted us, we drove along to Port Angeles and found a hotel for the night.
The next day, we continued our touring along 101. Rob wanted to see the ocean again, although I reminded him that he was sorely disappointed the previous trip. The highway cruises through some magnificent towering forests; it really is a gorgeous drive. At Lake Crescent, Rob stopped the car so we could walk down and see how cold the water is. I took a picture of him standing on the pebbly shore beside the pristine blue water, framed by the mountains. He dabbled his fingertips into the lake and announced that it was much colder than it looked. We turned to head back when the pebbly shore contrived to trip Rob.
Picture in your mind (for most of you have met Rob), my husband standing on one tippy toe, hovering precariously over that icy water, his hands flailing at the wrists and his other foot sticking out as a counterbalance -- also flailing -- while he yelps, "Eeep! Eeep! Eeep!"
Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera at the ready. He managed to regain his balance and we laughed all the way back to the car. As we drove away from the lake, I pictured Rob flailing on the shore again and started snickering, which set us both off again. The sight is one I'll not soon forget. :D
The rest of the trip was uneventful. We attempted to drive up to the Hoh Rain Forest, but couldn't figure out how far along the forest road it was. As we didn't want to be driving home in the dark, we turned around and got back on Highway 101, where I finally found a booklet that gave the distance -- we'd turned back 9 miles from the entrance. Oh, well! We stopped at Ruby Beach and walked down to the sea. When we got to Aberdeen, we stopped for lunch and then drove the rest of the way home.
But when I look back on this weekend, do I see the deep, emerald forests or the waves pounding the surf at the beach? No, I see Rob at Lake Crescent saying, "Eeep!"
We went to Port Townsend, which is a pretty community with shops filled with antiques and cool clothing (I bought a dress off the clearance rack). We had lunch at a place on the Sound, watching the boats on the water. We walked and walked, debated taking at whale watching tour, and ended the afternoon at an ice cream parlor where they make their own stuff. As it's a good long drive back, and all this walking exhausted us, we drove along to Port Angeles and found a hotel for the night.
The next day, we continued our touring along 101. Rob wanted to see the ocean again, although I reminded him that he was sorely disappointed the previous trip. The highway cruises through some magnificent towering forests; it really is a gorgeous drive. At Lake Crescent, Rob stopped the car so we could walk down and see how cold the water is. I took a picture of him standing on the pebbly shore beside the pristine blue water, framed by the mountains. He dabbled his fingertips into the lake and announced that it was much colder than it looked. We turned to head back when the pebbly shore contrived to trip Rob.
Picture in your mind (for most of you have met Rob), my husband standing on one tippy toe, hovering precariously over that icy water, his hands flailing at the wrists and his other foot sticking out as a counterbalance -- also flailing -- while he yelps, "Eeep! Eeep! Eeep!"
Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera at the ready. He managed to regain his balance and we laughed all the way back to the car. As we drove away from the lake, I pictured Rob flailing on the shore again and started snickering, which set us both off again. The sight is one I'll not soon forget. :D
The rest of the trip was uneventful. We attempted to drive up to the Hoh Rain Forest, but couldn't figure out how far along the forest road it was. As we didn't want to be driving home in the dark, we turned around and got back on Highway 101, where I finally found a booklet that gave the distance -- we'd turned back 9 miles from the entrance. Oh, well! We stopped at Ruby Beach and walked down to the sea. When we got to Aberdeen, we stopped for lunch and then drove the rest of the way home.
But when I look back on this weekend, do I see the deep, emerald forests or the waves pounding the surf at the beach? No, I see Rob at Lake Crescent saying, "Eeep!"
posted by Owl Chick at 8/22/2002 09:09:00 AM
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