Pink Houses

This week my parents and I traveled to the Washington peninsula and saw the beautiful, lush, green side of Washington. We went to Port Townsend, Fort Worden, Squim, Hurricane Ridge, Port Angeles, several waterfalls, Lake Crescent, Rialto Beach, Forks, [for Stephanie Meyer fans, that tiny town is where 'Twilight' is set (I kind of hate myself for knowing that)], Hoh Rain Forrest, and Ruby Beach. We traveled mostly on hwy. 101 (and through small towns galore) and just at the junction of 101 and 20 we stopped at Fat Smitty's, a "famous" hole-in-the-wall burger joint that was delicious and had awesome statues of a burger and a pepsi bottle out front.

John Cougar wrote about some of these towns in both "Small Town" and in my post title "Pink Houses." He romanticises particularly about one man as "he's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard, you know he thinks that he's got it so good." Now these people don't have an interstate running through their front yard, but they do have a state highway running through the front yard and that's close enough (besides state highway doesn't fit the iambic pentameter of John Cougar's song).

We had a great time and got to see both a rain forrest [but it wasn't raining (sad)] and an ocean beach on the same day [but no tide pools (another sad)]. I wanted to see the glaciers too, you know complete the tri-fecta of Olympic National Park, but it was a 17 mile hike through the rain forrest to get to them (we opted for the 1.25 mile trail that winds through the forrest).