Lois Hits the Road travel blog

Claquato Church

Puget Sound

Hurricane Ridge

After a rain soaked night, we wake to dry but still cloudy weather. Continuing on State Route 12 to I-5, turning north, we drive to Chelasis, which according to the guide book has some interesting things to see, so we try getting to city center, parking, looking for information, the chamber of commerce, or something. Finding nothing else, we walk into a little food store and ask where the architecturally interesting houses or the old church is. Before we know it, four or five people are gesturing in different directions, telling us which way to go. In every case, it seems, we should "cross the railroad tracks." When we walk out, trying to stifle our laughter, one man follows us out and says, "What do they know? They are from Toledo. I've lived here for years."

We find Pennsylvania Street, where some of the houses were worth looking at and the Claquato Church, built in 1858, one of the oldest in the state. Then we moved on to Centralia for lunch at the antique mall and a perusal of the merchandise there.

At Olympia, we leave the freeway and go northwest on 101. Green, with lush growth, and mountain after mountain of solid trees on one side, and blue Puget Sound on the other. Nice.

When we reach Port Angeles, we take the road called Hurricane Ridge, hoping for clear skies so we can see the many white peaks and glaciers. We don't get that exactly, but what we did see was quite grand. Enough snowy white spots to inspire awe. Unusual that these should be glacial peaks even though they aren't that high—elevations are in the 5000 foot range.

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