In staying with my personal tradition of spending my day off by myself in the woods, I ventured out to the Olympic Peninsula on this rainy Monday. Mrs. Jhberria is out of town, so it was just me, the mountains, and the rain that has been falling incessantly for the past two weeks in western Washington.
The rain was more of a mist at higher elevations, frustratingly obscuring both the epic views over the Puget Sounds and the road ahead.
A sobering, enduring reminder to not drive like and an idiot on these mountain trails.
Working my way up across Jefferson Ridge and down to Little Elk Lake via FSRs.
Tons of rain and melting snow runoff which bodes well for wildfire season. Certainly don't want a repeat of last summer.
Posin', hard.
Finally made it down to Little Elk Lake. Took a stroll around it and did some bird watching. As tranquil as can be, and quite full from the recent rains.
Even flooding the trail at points.
The clarity of these mountain streams is indescribable. A crisp blue that's impossible to replicate with my lackluster photography skills and equipment. Quite the paradigm shift from the murky creeks and pools I'm used to back east (albeit they possess their own unique charm, as well).
Progressing further west into the Olympics, I reached the trail head for the hike down to Jefferson Lake. I was greeted by the sign at said trailhead:
Now, if there's anything I learned from the 'The Revenant' starring Hollywood heartthrobs Leo DiCapprio and Tom Hardy, it's that a man can suffer a debilitating bear attack, endure a long and excruciating recovery in the wilderness, and still maintain the wherewithal to exact vengeance on his enemies.
This cinematic revelation inspired me to continue down the trail.
After a brief trek through the primordial Olympic Forest adorned with moss and ancient evergreens, I reached the lake. It wasn't particularly impressive, but satisfying nonetheless.
Soon I was heading further west still, and the elevation was gradually increasing. It wasn't long before I was in the shadows of the central Olympic Peaks, in all their grandeur.
Alas, with elevation comes snow. This snow was wet, sloppy, and impassible. Especially by myself and a remote region of the park. This is where my trip ended....for now.
On the way out, I stopped briefly to sit on top of the Xterra and eat a sandwich. Like a boss. This was my view.