Forks. Forks? Bear with us, we'll explain later (next post). For the time being, let's note that Forks is the most precipitous town in the continental United States, rain-wise. Precipitatous, as it were. It's perched between the Olympic Mountains and the Pacific Ocean. 150 miles to the west of Seattle. We must visit. |
150 miles. That's a long drive. We must get up early and catch the 8:25 AM ferry to Bainbridge. That's the view this morning, from our apartment, of Mount |
Don't ask. |
We've progressed a lot and are passing Lake Crescent on the road between Port Angeles and Forks. A shadow lake, so to see. |
We mean it. |
Forks, Main Street. It does not rain. |
Back to Port Angeles. Looking across the straight of Juan de Fuca at Vancouver Island, which belongs to Canada. |
Port Angeles, view from the port across the town at the Olympic Mountains. They grow vines there (here), one wonders. |
The bridge back to Bainbridge Island |
Returning to Seattle on the ferry. |
And there we are, again. |
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