As expected a full moon graced me with its presence this night in late September 2013.
A few steps passed this bridge is where I ran into a beast of the animal kingdom. Both were unharmed. I stood my ground and grabbed my knife as I prepared for the showdown of the century.
Pines and Puffy Clouds
A little bit of everything here at the top of Olympic National Park. Pines, scree, and puffy clouds. Gorgeous day!
I don't quite know if I'm getting my terminology correct but I reckon I'm in the sub-alpine region of the mountains now.
Grey Rock Path
Not quite the same path taken by Dorothy but I like the more rugged means of travel
Even my shadow was getting a workout. Do these pines make me look skinny?
My shadow taking a trek through a babbling stream. Amazingly refreshing water!
Just above this crest was where I planned to make camp for the night. Nearly there and starting to feel the burn. That mountain was no joke.
Are you able to spot where I made camp? I'd genuinely be impressed. I can't even see it. But I do have a slight advantage.
There she is folks. The mountain of legend. Well not quite the same one but it shares in its splendor. The highest point in the park. Sadly I'm just out of reach. Wish I had my crampons and a climbing buddy.
Why did I climb this mountain and trek miles and miles through the woods? This is why!
Seems like the same photograph just blown up but I want you to see the increasing impressiveness of this mountain.
You better know what you are doing if you hope to navigate through the crevass encrusted glaciers atop Mount Olympus.
While I never made it to the top I got a pretty good view of it from across the range. Hat tip to you, Olympic National Park.
Though I am merely mortal I can only gaze upon the majesty of Mount Olympus. Only thing Promethean about me is my fire touched beard.
Countless acres of Olympic National Park appeared untouched by human disturbance. I wonder if anyone had seen things from my view.