I'm recently back from a four day trip hiking around the Olympic National Park. Note I said hiking, not backpacking. I'm a cabin-stayer, not a sleep-on-the-ground type. As is my husband. And anyway our national parks have incredible lodging, spendy, but very cool. Most was constructed as WPA projects. Below are some photos of our lodging at Lake Quinault, finished in 1939.
The details inside the lodge are all Native American/Northwest Indian based themes and motifs. See below for a snippet of the detailing inside the lodge.
For our whole trip the skies were beautifully clear and it was unseasonably warm, which allowed us to experience stunning views from the high elevation trails. Below is our favorite trail, which is reachable after an 18 mile dirt road. So worth it.
One of the things that amazed me was the continual, unending, ceaseless stream of jets overhead. Heading east. They must have been coming from SeaTac and headed to Japan, Thailand, Singapore, and other destinations due east of Washington. They didn't stop. They were five or ten minutes apart. Continually. How could there be that many people flying to the Orient? How can they all afford it?
There are so many people constantly on the move, flying here there and everywhere.
It's no wonder Ebola is spreading like wildfire.