Sometimes you just don’t know where pulling off the road might take you, and in a big rig it’s a risky endeavor. Will we end up in a tight spot we won’t be able to get out of? Will it be worth it?
So retracing the same path means we’ve scoped out a few good spots that eliminate some of the worry. This was one of them.
The views from this bluff were magnificent:
But if you look closely, you’ll see disturbing signs of human interference:
Ugh! It will never cease to amaze me how little people care about their effect on nature, whether it’s cigarette butts carelessly tossed, or graffiti that mars the hard work (and taxpayer dollars) invested in places like this one.
I don’t even want to think about what pigstys they must live in.
On down the road, we had wind turbines to appreciate…
…distant smoke to puzzle over…
…complicated fuel pumping instructions to sort out…
…and, of course, heading toward the Olympic Peninsula, our “favorite” bridge to cross.