We set out for Hurricane Ridge from Port Angeles, on the northern coast of the Olympic peninsula. Just the road trip to the park entrance was worth the trip. We stopped for breathtaking views and the wild life. At one point, we stopped just to let a fawn go by. It was racing along side the road as if getting away from the our car. I felt we were wearing it out, so we stopped. It promptly disappeared in the bushes.
Hurricane Ridge gets its name from the 75-mile per hour winds that shape it and the 30-35 inches of snow that lingers well into summer.
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