Tag: camping
Happy New Years Eve Eve!
After a noisy night, Tim and I woke up in the Scottsdale desert surrounded by rain puddles. The storms that
Hip
After a successful stint of “urban camping” in Seattle, we decided to see if Portland would be equally hospitable. Early Monday morning we drove downtown and found a parking lot close to a great coffee shop (Stumptown Coffee), the best deal of a burrito (kiosk on the corner – Bean & Cheese – $2.99) and the best doughnuts (Voodoo Doughnuts – “The Magic is in the Hole”) in town. This would be a fine place to park Frank for a few days.
When we asked the parking lot attendant if he minded if
Washington’s Misty Mounts
Mt. Rainier Panorama
After a week of the city, Tim and I were ready for a little backcountry camping. Our choice was one of the rainiest places in Washington – which is no small feat – Mount Rainier. Here an average of 83 inches of rain falls annually (Paradise Valley, inside the Park holds the world record for the most accumulated snowfall in a single year when a mind boggling 1122 inches (93.5 feet) of snow fell in 1971 – 1972).
Twilight on the Olympic Peninsula
Friday night, 2 weeks from the day we’d sailed the Straits of Georgia to Nanaimo, Tim and I boarded the ferry in Victoria to head back to the States. We knew it was time to head home, but we were surprised by how reluctant we were to leave. From surfing to tea time, we’d thoroughly enjoyed our stay on Vancouver Island.
Ferry Trip Home
We landed at Port Angeles and after a breakfast at the down home Cornerhouse Cafe on Saturday, we began our exploration of the Olympic Peninsula.
BC Backcountry
After our days on the coast, Tim and I pointed Frank south to explore the backcountry of Vancouver Island. With
Canadian Surfin’ Safari
When we arrived to Tofino on Saturday afternoon, we had two things on our minds – Crabs and Waves. We
The Big Catchup
After a hectic 2 weeks, Tim and I are settled in at an excellent coffee shop in Bellingham, WA (The
Backcountry Back Pack
Despite a tragic bear/human encounter 15 miles away three days earlier, Tim, Dana, Lulu the dog, and I hoofed into