Trip to Hurricane Ridge

Oola has been a bit down in the mouth with all the overcast skies and rain since we arrived.  So when we woke her with the news of a brilliant day, she rolled over and went back to sleep.


The weather can change here seemingly in an instant, so that when Oola decided to get up, the sky was gloomy again.

Still, the radio prognosticators had promised a great day, so we piled into Mom’s memorial Prius and began the 20 mile drive to Hurricane Ridge — the mountains we saw from across the harbor in the last post.

We climbed up and up until the clouds that were covering Port Angeles were beneath us.  At about 5200+ feet we came to a ski-bunny area.  And — WHAAAAT? — no snow.  Our Sequim friend and long time area resident had said that this is very early for the snow melt.

But the air was intense, and the light was dazzling.  It was not hard to make the best of the situation.

Oola soaked up sun for a while.

Oola sunning on Hurricane Ridge
Oola sunning on Hurricane Ridge

I shamelessly snapped tourist/calendar pictures one after another. (Click for image enlargement even though no imagery could do justice to what was in front of our eyes.)

The deep, steep valleys were carved over millennia by water and glacier.  Gazing on them brought to mind “The Sixth Extinction” by Elizabeth Kolbert which I have been reading.  I highly recommend it to you.

Oola soon had her sunny disposition back and began to play in the ski area.  Here is a picture of when she tried out her tight-rope walking skills on the ski lift.

Oola plays on the ski lift.
Oola plays on the ski lift.

Meanwhile I brooded on the absurdity of trying to make poetry of that which is already poetry.  On the way home I saw this,

cherry blossom and reflection
cherry blossom and reflection

and thought it stood a better chance of becoming a poem than all the picts I took at the top of the mountain.


By jandove


1 comment

  1. Jan,

    Good to see your photos, though touristy:), as unseasonably warm Houston, has quickly turned the opposite. Took a forty minute brisk walk, and during that time, the temperature dropped from 66 to 43. I arrived home with a hot interior/cold exterior.

    Will be cold, for Houston, for a couple of days, but the trees are turning green so quickly one can hear the leaves opening. Means
    that the Rodeo and Life Stock Show will be opening in 16 days. A reason to live in Houston for the 20 days it runs. An old guy like me can enter free on Wednesdays; will be there all three.

    Read Kolbert’s The Sixth Extinction. Parts had been published in the The New Yorker Magazine, and though I knew it would not be a happy ha ha book, her quality of writing was enough for me to get it from the library. Familiar with the poet Philip Levine? Died on Valentine’s day. A poet of the working person. Grew up working in car factories, and after getting his MFA in poetry continued to do so, along with construction work, before a long teaching career. One on my favorites: “What Work Is.”

    Love to all three,



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