A purple flower I need help identifying.
The electricity didn’t come back on until 6:41 the next morning just before we went to wait outside the restaurant working on our journals before opening. They were delaying the usual 7:30 opening to 8:00 to allow for some dishwashing to get done, but they seated our group as we were to hit the road by 8:30. Our waiter, Carl, gave a rather appealing description of the lodge around Christmastime. He suggested that coming in for the first week in December was an excellent time to sit by the fire in the lobby and write Christmas cards.
We started with one more walk, about a mile, on the trails around the Quinault Lodge. The weather was foggy again – so much so that our laundry was not completely dry when we packed. Once we returned to the lodge, used the facilities, we piled into the vans for the 45 minute drive to Kalaloch (2 and 1/2 syllables with a slight 1/2 syllable at the first, almost “kuh lay lock” with a hard “c”).
A purple flower I need help identifying.
Walking through the woods.
A little birdie that came when Steve called.
Onward into the woods.
Pausing to take a picture down the creek.
Down the creek.
The bridge just crossed from up the trail.
Waterfall.
Looking down the waterfall.
Looking upstream from the waterfall.
Steve offering some more 'nuggets' of information.
Ann.
Ann and Peter.
Jim, Bill, DeDe, Sondra, with Michael in the background.
Mary and John, and Virginia.
Red Huckleberry (Vaccinium parvifolium).
Devils club (Oplopanax horridus), a member of the ginseng family, being eaten by a banana slug.
Another creek view.
The ferns which dominate the understory of the rain forest.
Steve describing how the rings of the tree tell the story of its life.
Another flower I need help identifying.
It's not obvious from this shot, but this log was about 50 feet long.
Another nurse stump.
Return to the lodge to catch the vans to Kalaloch.
The sign for the lodge.