Autumn has historically been one of the best times of year to travel. The crowds of summer have dwindled and children are back in school. But the fall colors are still there. The crisp bite in the air is still tasted. The smells of damp, downed foliage permeates fresh morning air and autumn light is second to none. Skies come alive as storm systems materialize around the fringes of the seasons. Rates in hotels drop significantly the last week of October and first week of November. Gas prices are usually down. Campgrounds are largely still open and far less crowded. In the quiet absence of crowds, one is free to – if only for a short time – experience a little peace, a little solitude, a little quiet joy.
The last day in Forks was spent around Klaloch’s Beach One. After checking out of the Town Motel I headed south on the 101 for one last look at the coast. I was to head inland later this day and though I’d still see the water – it wouldn’t be the coast of the North […]
For many years I’ve had a fascination with the Pacific Northwest, and more specifically, Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula. One early memory comes from a American Wilderness TIME-LIFE series book given to me one Christmas about the Cascades. I was a young teenager in the midwest only able to dream of far away places at the […]