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Roadtripping on the Olympic Peninsula | A Guide to Washington, USA

July 13, 2016
Olympic National Park

By Athena Mellor

Tiptoe along an abandoned viaduct 350ft from the ground, dive into the deep blue waters of a forest-edged lake, hike along a snowy ridge with deer hiding just beyond your path or sit for hours on a stony beach as the Northwest wind whips your hair and the sea-spray softens your skin. This is the Olympic Peninsula, and it is like nowhere I have ever been.

I spent three days exploring the Olympic Peninsula as part of a longer road-trip around the Pacific Northwest. The hype about the region is huge at the moment and impossible to avoid, simply by scrolling through Instagram there seems to be hundreds of photographs capturing its beauty; sun streaming through forests, snow-capped mountains reflected in lakes or eerie beaches adorned with pine trees and pebbles. I had been wanting to see it for myself for a while, eventually making the trip as the beginnings of spring were transforming the region into a green oasis of flora and fauna; lakes gleamed as the sky remained cloudless and waterfalls gushed as snow continued to melt, then when the rain came I took shelter in the rainforests as drops hung off ferns and clung to mosses, and every shade of green glowed when the sun finally peaked between the clouds – an adventurer’s paradise.

My journey began in Seattle, where I spent three days exploring the city before hiring a car and heading south. After a couple of days at Mount Rainier I drove westwards into the Olympic Peninsula and Olympic National Park. This guide includes ten of the places, hikes and campsites I went to along the way, designed to inspire and inform you of one of the most incredible places I have ever visited.

Vance Creek Bridge, Shelton

Before you read this you should know two things; a) it’s technically illegal to go here and b) I probably wouldn’t recommend a visit if you’re afraid of heights. Saying that I am both a) not much of a law-breaker and b) afraid of heights, but I also have an adventurous spirit… So I parked my car precariously beside ‘no trespassing’ notices and hiked the obstacle course-like trail to Vance Creek Bridge, since the logging company who own the land have placed logs and branches of all shapes and sizes across the path to ward away avid adventurers. But what’s an adventure without getting your jeans dirty from sliding down bankings or climbing over tree trunks?

Vance Creek Bridge was built in 1929 and abandoned in the 1950s, since remaining both unmaintained and off-limits. But it is first and foremost the beauty of this famous bridge that has drawn so many people to it. Standing 350ft from the ground, Vance Creek Bridge is quite literally in the middle of a forest; tall pines dominate the scene and far below a river runs through the valley.

While people have been known to do handstands on the bridge, dangle their feet from the edge or even – rumour has it – hang from the metal bars that protrude out the sides, I only managed  a bambi-like totter to around a quarter-way across. Enough to experience the epic views, to feel the breeze that perhaps one only feels in a forest clearing so high from the ground and to make it safely back to the other side before the jelly in my legs gave way. A place that reminds you of nature’s grandeur but also of the endeavours of man – that one day almost 100 years ago someone designed and built this incredible bridge, the second highest in North America.

Disclaimer: I in no way wish to condone a visit to the Vance Creek Bridge, due to both the dangerous and illegal nature of the visit. I made my own decision to take the risk by visiting the bridge, and I only wish to inform readers of that trip.

Vance Creek

Lake Cushman

After an hour’s drive from Vance Creek Bridge I reach Lake Cushman, where I pull my car into a lay-by and clamour over a few boulders to reach a clearing, from which the lake’s grandeur can be appreciated in all its beauty. The sky is cloudless and vividly blue, the sun reflecting onto the deep lake creating diamonds on the water, edged by mountains and a dense pine forest that seems so full of mystery. But what strikes me first is the silence. I cannot see another human nor hear another vehicle. I am completely alone, my feet dangling towards the turquoise shores and my head tilted to the bright, warm sun. It is a moment of solitude and one in which nature grips me, and I let it take hold and breathe it in as long as I can.

Lake Cushman is a mass of a lake, 16km squared on the north fork of the Skokomish River. There’s plenty to do at the lake; from boating to kayaking, bathing to BBQing, hiking to fishing. There are a number of private campgrounds and lodging options along highway 119 on the northern edge of the lake, or there is Staircase Campground which belongs to Olympic National Park and can be found at the northern tip, after driving along both paved and dirt roads from Hoodsport (the nearest town on highway 101) for 16 miles. There are also two popular (though enduring) hikes which take you to spectacular viewpoints: it is a steep, 3-mile hike to the summit of Mount Ellinor, at almost 6000ft or a slightly easier 6-mile round trip to Mount Rose, at 4000ft. Both trails are best tackled in early summertime, when the summits are clear of snow.

Lake Cushman

 After leaving Lake Cushman, drive north for two hours to Port Angeles where you may wish to grab a bite to eat, stock up on groceries and visit the National Park Visitor Centre for some advise and a few maps before entering Olympic National Park. From there, head towards Hurricane Ridge through pine forests and past sweeping vistas of the Olympic mountain range looming on the horizon. Carry on past the Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center to reach the trailhead.

Deer feeding against a backdrop of thick forest and snow-peaked mountains, birds singing gleefully and wildflowers springing up on lush green meadows. Hurricane Ridge is an idyllic, natural paradise, one that Walt Disney couldn’t have created better himself. It is a short out-and-back hike along the ridge to a panoramic viewpoint at the top, though every turn over the three-mile hike along Hurricane Ridge reveals epic vistas and leaves you in breathless incredulity. Probably the most scenic hike over a short distance that I have ever completed, Mother Nature at her most beautiful and peaceful.

Hurricane Ridge

Fairholme Campground | Olympic National Park

Golden hour, when the sun hits that sweet-spot and illuminates the earth in a gleaming halo of golden light. Though I am sheltered by trees, ferns and mossy tree-trunks in Fairholme Campground, pitching my tent, the sun breaks through the leaves casting a golden glow into the green forest, onto the purple flowers and reflecting off the water of Lake Crescent, beside which the campground sleepily sits.

As well as its beauty and calm, each site at Fairholme Campground is spacious, secluded and has its own picnic table. There is a small toilet block (no showers), running water and bins. There is also a small grocery store nearby, but be aware that it is only open in the summer season. Fairholme Campground provides easy access to Lake Crescent, Marymere Falls and Mt. Storm King. See the campground on Hipcamp here.


Mount Storm King | Olympic National Park

Storm King, I later discovered, is a rather apt name given the difficulty of hiking this particular mountain. The hike kicks almost straight away, as steep switch-backs lead through a forest, up and up and up the mountain to a vertigo-inducing 4,534ft at the summit. But if, like me, you are always searching for the most challenging hike to the most epic viewpoint, Mt. Storm King is certainly one to try. As you climb out of the forest – higher than the tallest tree – views descend to Lake Crescent far below and the seemingly boundless forest surrounding you. The hike becomes so steep at the top that there are even ropes for added support. Over 1.5 miles, the hike takes you up 3,750ft to a 360-degree, eagle-eye’s views of Olympic National Park.

Mt. Storm King

Sol Duc Falls, Hoh Rainforest | Olympic National Park

Continue on Highway 101 from Lake Crescent before turning left down Sol Duc Hot Springs Road. Continue along the tree-laden road for around 14 miles before reaching the Sol Duc Falls carpark. It is a short, out-and-back stroll through Hoh Rainforest to reach Sol Duc Falls, taking you past pebbly streams, mossy branches and a large amount of a rather interesting shrub known as old man’s beard. After falling in love with the thick pines and snowy mountains I had already come across in the National Park, this was my first taste of the rainforest. There were plants I had never seen before and shades of green I never knew existed.

The falls themselves are not renowned for being ‘the highest’, ‘the widest’ or ‘the strongest’ in the area, but because of the interesting way the waterfall is divided into four separate streams of gushing water. But then what I was discovering was that the Pacific North West didn’t seem to do things half-heartedly. It was almost as though nature was putting on a show for me to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at every turn. Everything is as you have never seen it before in this little corner of the earth.

Sol Duc Falls

Rialto Beach, Forks | Olympic National Park

I headed to the coast, wondering how I could top what I had already seen on the Olympic Peninsula; immense forests, bright blue lakes, snowy mountains ranges and gushing waterfalls. It was a hazy grey afternoon when I visited Rialto Beach, but somehow this seemed fitting with the eerie calm that comes with the entire coastline of the Pacific Northwest. Take away any notion of white sand and bright sun that you would usually connote with the word ‘beach’ and imagine instead soft, round pebbles beneath your feet and a semi-wild ocean lapping onto the shore. The sea-breeze is bitter, reddening your cheeks as eagles soar above, swooping in and out of the thick, pine forest that edges the beach. Wander north along the beach for about a mile and you’ll reach the ‘hole-in-the-wall’, an arch rock formation among a cluster of large, jagged rocks that huddle in the shallows of the ocean.


Second Beach, La Push | Olympic National Park

The sleepy, seaside town of La Push received a substantial influx of tourists around 8 years ago thanks to a rather famous Hollywood blockbuster named Twilight. Now you’ll find an array of signs leading to “Edward’s Holiday Home” or “Jacob’s Cabin” along the road from Forks to La Push, but the town and its beaches themselves still retain their indigenous and natural charm. I walked the short path down to Second Beach in La Push at golden hour and waited for the sun to cast its soft, orange glow onto the ocean. Then twilight, and there was something quite mystical about this one.

I later discovered that it is also possible to camp on Rialto Beach, something I’d have loved to do if I hadn’t already pitched my tent elsewhere. Darkness fell and the smell of smokey fires filled the air as people settled into their homes for the night. I’d go right back to Washington just to camp on that beach.

La Push

Hall of the Mosses, Hoh Rainforest | Olympic National Park

The sun continued to hide behind a thick layer of cloud the next morning, so I took shelter in the rainforest just as the heavens opened. On my last visit to the Hoh Rainforest I had seen the glow of the sun light up the forest with a thousand shades of green. This time it was the rain that gave the forest its magical aura. Raindrops clung to every fern, moss and leaf on their journey from the skies to the valley-floor, few making it all the way as the thick forest suspended their landing. The result was that I was relatively dry and the rainforest sparkled with a million droplets of water.

The Hall of the Mosses is a loop of less than a mile, deep in the forest where the mosses are so thick and the ferns are so large that barely any tree trunk or branch is left visible. Green flora fills almost every inch of the trail, like a scene from The Jungle Book where you might expect the narrow eyes of jaguars to be hidden in the bushes or monkeys to swing from branches at any minute.

Hall of Mosses

Lake Quinault, Quinault Reservation | Olympic National Park

Sun was setting and mist rising as I made my way into the Quinault Reservation, a fraction of the Olympic Peninsula belonging to the Quinault and Queets tribes. I recommend booking a site at Willaby Campground, shrouded by thick forest and sitting on the edge of Lake Quinault, it was one of the most scenic yet peaceful campsites I had stayed at. Wander along the shore from the campground to Lake Quinault Lodge, past boats sitting sleepily at their docks and canoes bobbing up and down in the shallows, ready for their morning journeys. Mist and clouds obscured what I imagine were hills in the distance, but there was something quite appealing about not knowing what mysteries lay beyond the clouds and beneath the lake.

The lodge is an excellent place to grab a drink or use the wifi, or else cosy up on a deck-chair with a book or simply watch the gentle lapping of the lake onto the pebbly shores. It was my last night on the Olympic Peninsula, so I shut myself off to the world and soaked in every ounce of fresh-air I could before heading south, towards Oregon.

Lake Quinault

Summing up the Olympic Peninsula requires much more than just one description. From forest to beaches, mossy trails to mountain-views; in three days I felt I had seen more diversity of nature than some city-dwellers have the fortune of seeing in a lifetime. I can’t remember what I ate yesterday for dinner, or the name of the film I saw last week, but I remember the snow-peaked mountains, the colour of the ferns in the rainforest, the eyes of the deer I came within inches of. I remember the shape of the pebbles on the beach and the feeling of the wind on my cheeks as I sat staring at the sea. Now all I can do is urge you to go there, for it is perhaps the most breath-taking place I have ever been.

Athena Mellor is a writer, linguist and co-founder of ROAM Magazine. Her passion for travel lies in that which keeps you on the move – hiking, cycle-touring, road-tripping. After graduating from University College London with a degree in Modern Languages, Athena decided to spend 4 months solo cycle-touring around parts of the USA and New Zealand, before returning to the USA to explore more of California, Oregon and Washington. She shoots on a Pentax MX 35mm film camera and is constantly trying to learn new languages on her travels, also working as a freelance translator. She is based in Yorkshire, England.

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