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| out to the olympic penisula to backpack the ozette triangle. |
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| there was a great boardwalk that lead us over the boggy marsh. |
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| keeping a close eye on the decaying boards. |
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| across the meadows where lars alhstrom was, at one point, the furthest west settler. |
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| gazing out, trying to to imagine the homestead that once stood here. |
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| through more rain forest and marshes. |
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| arriving at the coast, we had to cross a small stream and find a campsite. |
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| we 'dropped-pack' at our campsite and saw what the coast is about. |
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| not a bad location for a night's sleep. |
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| taking it all in. |
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| after camp was setup, we went exploring. |
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| rocks in near-perfect spherical goodness. |
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| not even out here can we get away from home repairs! |
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| happy! |
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| a little tidal pool with a little crab. |
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| brooke found a large tree to climb. |
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| it's amazing what washes up, and how it washes up. |
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| andrea, pondering the existence of the tree roots. :) |
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| back to dinner. we're sure glad we decided to pack in some pinot gris! |
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| enjoying the post-italian dinner beach fire. rough life. |
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| waiting for the sun to go down, enjoying the sounds of barking sea lions on a distant island. |
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| .perfect end to a perfect day. we dosed off in our tent listening to the waves crash against the shore. |
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