The Hoh River is in a wide, rocky channel easily accessible from the campground. The rapidly flowing main channels run gray with silt. The quiet side channels are clear.
Arriving on a Wednesday afternoon, we found a good site where we could easily level the truck and set up. The site was well separated from others and had some screening from the loop road. It was also convenient to the restrooms but not close enough that its lights were intrusive.
Set up included mounting the whirligig we inherited from our late friend Mel. Steady wind throughout much of the day kept it in motion, a nice piece of whimsy that recalled fond memories of our friend.
In the evening, lounging at the table after dinner, drinking hot chocolate and Irish whiskey, we could watch the light filtering through the trees.
Much of our activity centered on the visitor center which was within walking distance of our campsite. Like thousands before us, we photographed the iconic phone (not quite a) booth. The missing phone equipment presumes that visitors have their own communication options these days, an assumption belied by both Maggie's and my lack of cell service. Which is one reason we are here.
Three trailheads lead from the visitor center. On the first afternoon (after a very leisurely, cool morning) Maggie and I joined the guided ranger tour on the Trail of the Mosses. The tour was informative and did indeed educate me about the symbiotic nature of forest life. It was a three-quarter mile walk with some moderate ups and downs. We saw a lot of moss and other plant life.
After dinner, we walked a short distance up the Hoh River trail, looking for wildlife in the early evening. We watched a woodpecker work its way up and down a dead trunk, looking for insects. Every now and then it must have found a good spot because it would stick its head as far into already deep holes left by other woodpeckers and really dig in. The only wildlife slow enough to photograph was a banana slug.
As we neared the visitor center Maggie spotted a large owl perched on a dead branch. It was facing away from us but turned its face in our direction. Its body was about two feet long and had black (or deep burnt umber, hard to tell in the low light) and white irregular horizontal bands from head to tail. Neither of us have been able to identify it from our bird book.
That evening we attended a ranger talk about elk and cougars. He said if you are in the park long enough you will see an Roosevelt elk. As if on cue, a 13 point bull showed up in the campground early next morning. It was browsing on the grass and blocking my way back to camp when I left the rest room. I took the long way back to wake Maggie. By this time the elk was browsing in the path between us and the next site.
Then it browsed in the woods beyond the campsites across the loop road. Most campers got a look at him and nobody did anything stupid.
Later on Maggie and I walked about a mile up the Hoh River trail where we saw more forest and additional portions of the river.
We got back to camp in time for some horizontal time before dinner.
We returned to Olympia on Saturday, taking our time to explore places along the Route 101. We stopped at Ruby Beach where it was foggy and cool. We got a photo of the beach but not of the family-run Mexican restaurant in Aberdeen where we stopped for dinner.
The end.
